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sweetener — oscar piastri

oscar piastri x fem!reader [4.2k] summary: you'd shown him a picture of a couple on a date, painting. it was an offhand comment from you, something along the lines of ‘I’d love to do that’ that oscar had apparently stored away in his mind. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & language, semi-public sex, cunnilingus. a/n: hellooo my loves, this was completely inspired by the mclaren painting video and I just couldn't resist writing it. it was time that oscar made his debut on my blog so hope you enjoy this. as always, don't be a ghost reader bc i'd love to hear your thoughts!! happy reading xx

Your boyfriend was a closeted romantic but not many people believed it. He was sarcastic, funny and way more intelligent than people gave him credit for and your friends had warned you of lovebombing when you first started dating.

They couldn’t believe that a man his age could be so sweet, doting on you from the start and planning your dates whereas, in the past, you’d handle everything, secretly wishing that the men on Tinder could - for once - plan nice dates that didn’t involve a couch, a movie and minimal dry conversation that lead nowhere.

It was on your fourth date, when Oscar had taken you for a fun night of mini golf that you realised that you’d quite literally struck gold. And when he’d wrapped his arms around you to help you put and kissed your cheek, you knew you were screwed.

Summer break had just begun but you were still swamped with work, sitting in online meetings until your back turned sore and Oscar kept his distance out of respect for exactly two days before he grew bored and restless. He had your full attention during nights, where you’d go for late night drives to get your usual soggy fries and milkshakes, but he saw how you were growing more and more agitated from work and he couldn’t have that.

It was a bit tricky to set up a picnic basket, packing everything up neatly for a drive out to a meadow he’d come across a few months ago. It was something he’d randomly planned - and scrolled through Pinterest for, and the look on your face was worth all the trouble and then some.

You’d cupped his face in your hands and pressed smacking kisses to his face in thanks, squealing in barely contained excitement as you skipped into your room to change out of your sweats. And when you’d emerged… Oscar had half a mind to throw the plans to the wind, restraining his urge to grab you by the hips and guide you back into the bedroom.

He couldn’t stop staring as you walked in front of him, watching the way your legs moved as you took large and calculated steps over the tall grass. You were surrounded by beautiful flowers and greenery, but his eyes were focused on you and the flowy dress you wore. The hem of it was kissing the tops of your thighs, beautiful and flattering on you but then again, everything you wore was. It must’ve been new, because Oscar would have definitely remembered a dress like that.

You turned your head to shoot him a smile over your shoulder that was brighter than the sun above and Oscar stumbled a little, causing you to giggle as you stuck your hand back for him to grab. The warmth of your palm made him squeeze it in his grasp, taking a few big strides to fall into step with you.

“This is beautiful.” You mused, voice laced with wonder and he was nodding, even though his eyes were trained on you.

“Yeah.” He murmured, sounding faraway and you shot him an amused glance that Oscar absolutely loved.

The furrowed brows and teasing tilt of his lips would be the death of him. He glanced up, scanning his eyes for a good place to spread out the blanket and he made a pleased sound in his throat when he spotted a hidden spot beneath a gigantic tree. It had plenty of shade and he thanked his lucky stars because he’d forgotten sunscreen and the sun was brutal today. He’d hate to see you get sunburnt. Although he never did mind rubbing you down with aloe.

Oscar cleared his throat when his mind started wandering, ridding himself of his thoughts as he steered the both of you to the spot under the tree. You followed him, humming a song quietly and he couldn’t help but smile at the serenity of it all.

You took a few moments to spread out the blanket, toeing off your shoes and settling down with a sigh. Oscar popped open the lid of the basket and reached inside for the bottle of Orangina and champagne.

“Ah, fuck.” He swore as he peered down into the basket, making you frown in concern.

“What?” You scooted closer, craning your neck to see what he was looking at.

“I forgot the glasses.” He looked up at you, giving you an apologetic smile that you were quick to wave off. “Sorry, love.”

“That’s fine.” You made grabby hands at the bottle, watching him pass it over with a laugh. “We’ll just have to share.”

You unscrewed the cork and took a sip of the cold juice while Oscar started unpacking the vast array of food. He’d really gone all out, picking out your favourite pastries and fruits and something about that made you very emotional. Oscar glanced up at you, stopping his movements when he noticed the shine in your eyes and your wobbly lip.

“Baby.” His voice made you look up, and he laughed when you smiled tearfully at him, like you were trying to reassure him that your tears were out of joy rather than sadness. Oscar cupped your cheek and pulled you forward for a kiss. “Why have you gone all teary on me?”

You gave a heavy sigh that made Oscar’s heart clench painfully in adoration. “It’s just… You’re so sweet to me. I love this. I love you.”

Oscar watched you scoot closer, pressing his face into your hair when you cuddled into his side. You smelled like flowers and he couldn’t resist burying his nose in your hair because that scent was absolutely intoxicating. It was everywhere at home. On the pillows, towels and blankets and it always pulled the same reaction from him.

Sometimes you’d pack his suitcases for him, not because he asked or demanded you, but because your heart was just that kind and you’d spritz your perfume on his clothes because you knew that he secretly loved that. And he did. Nothing made him feel more homesick and loved than when he flipped the lid of his suitcase open and was hit with your scent.

“I guess you’re gonna love me even more.” He said and that prompted you to look up, pulling away from his embrace slightly. The curious tilt of your eyebrows made him smile. “Here.”

He handed you the small container of washed and fresh strawberries before turning to his bag to rifle through it. You gave a laugh of surprise when you realised what he was pulling out, eyeing the paintbrushes and tubes of colours.

You couldn’t believe that he remembered. The one time you’d tilted your phone towards him when you were sat on the sofa, showing him a picture of a random couple painting during a date. It was an offhand comment from you, something along the lines of ‘I’d love to do that’ that Oscar had apparently stored away in his mind.

“I suck at painting.” He said and it made you laugh. “But I thought this could be fun.”

“Oscar!” You didn’t even know what to say, staring wide eyed and speechless at the things sitting between you before moving your eyes up to him.

His cheeks went pink, bashful smile stretching his lips and you got up on your knees to smack a kiss to his mouth that he laughed into.

“We’re going to outshine Monet.” You said determinedly, sitting back down and grabbing your canvas.

The evening went on as the both of you painted, not very well but it was fun and prompted several fits of laughter from the both of you as you took occasional peeks at your paintings.

One too many gulps of fizzy champagne later and sandwiches eaten, the both of you found yourselves almost done with your pieces. You were sitting cross legged, face pinched in concentration and Oscar couldn’t help but sneak a picture on his phone; finding the sight of you all too endearing. You had a little paint on your cheek that you weren’t aware of, lips slightly pursed and Oscar couldn’t for the life of him stop staring at your exposed thighs. Your dress had ridden up, giving him an amazing view of your legs and he had to physically flex his fingers to keep from grabbing at them.

He cleared his throat and looked away, glancing up at the sky squinting. The sun had found its way behind some very dark clouds and he silently cursed the weather app for giving him false information because it looked like it was definitely going to rain.

“I think it’s gonna rain.” He said, absentmindedly voicing his thoughts out loud and you looked at him before glancing up at the sky.

You scrunched your nose before your face transformed into a smile that made your boyfriend’s heart skip. He squirmed.

“That’s okay.” You said slowly and put down your brush. “Because I... Am done.”

“Let’s see it then.” He grinned at the way you grabbed both sides of your canvas, revealing the other side slowly.

The splash of colour was pretty and it wasn’t hard to make out what it was supposed to be. A beach with a colourful sky consisting of pink, orange and even subtle red. Oscar nodded his head, visibly impressed and you smiled.

“That’s gorgeous, I don’t even wanna show mine now.” He said and you frowned.

“But I wanna see it.” You said, pushing yourself up a little to strain your neck.

But Oscar was quick to hide his canvas close to his chest which made you pout.

“No, it’s hideous.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“Oscar!” You whined and it almost made him cave.

You realised fairly quickly that he wasn’t going to concede, so you put your canvas down and crawled on all fours over to his side of the blanket. He leaned back, smiling at your giggles until you were on top of him; The awkward angle sending you both into a fit of laughter.

“Is that a duck?” Your voice went high with laughter and Oscar sucked his cheeks into his mouth when you grabbed his canvas and took a look at it. “It’s so cute!”

“It’s —“

“It even has lashes!” You squinted your eyes at it and Oscar frowned.

“That’s eyebrows.” He said and you looked up at him, an apologetic smile playing on your lips.

“Oh.” You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth in a poor attempt to hide your laughter, but Oscar raised his eyebrows in mock insult and it made it harder. “Sorry.”

He wanted to open his mouth and feign insult, but the way you were chewing on your lip made it very hard to concentrate and he found himself getting distracted easier than he’d like to admit. The shine your saliva left had him craning his neck to catch your lips in a kiss, revelling in your surprised moan that you breathed into his mouth.

You tasted of fizzy champagne and sweet fruits, Oscar licking into your mouth and it made you squirm in his lap. He kissed you until you were out of breath, grabbing your sides and rolling the both of you around until he was straddling you. The squeal that left your lips made you both laugh and it didn’t stop when he struggled to get his canvas out from between your chests to throw it to the side. You blinked up at him slowly, and it was like he was stuck in a trance.

The first drop on your forehead was almost comical, and you thought that maybe he’d accidentally drooled on you for a second. But Oscar glanced up with a frown, just in time for the skies to open up and begin drizzling. Luckily, you found yourselves under the tree and that’s what made it so easy to dismiss the rain, grabbing the collar of Oscar’s shirt to redirect his gaze back to you.

“We’re gonna get si—“ He was interrupted by your lips, a small mmpfh being punched out of his chest and you were quick to swallow the noise, kissing him until the pink in his cheeks deepened to a pretty shade of red and his lips were kissed raw.

You loved the way he looked after a make out, with the dark eyes and the smatter of colour on his cheeks. It drove you further to mess his hair up and have him grinding down into you.

He wasn’t doing it yet, hips carefully held above you so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight but you wanted it. Craved it, even.

The rush of water coming down from the sky turned the air damp, clamming your already heated skin up and making it sticky. You let your thighs fall open in an obvious invitation, one that Oscar was too happy to accept when he slotted his hips against yours; Successfully pressing your crotches together. The weight of him was delicious, sparking something hot in your body that had you wrapping your legs around him to keep him close. You felt your foot knock something over, but you were too preoccupied with the way his lips were wandering to actually care.

He kissed wetly down your jaw, sucking insistently on your sensitive skin under your earlobe. You keened, hips jumping up into his in an attempt to grind your centre against him and Oscar quickly met you halfway, the hard bulge of him setting fireworks off in your chest.

“Oscar, please.” You gasped when he bit your throat. He hummed in acknowledgement, low and breathless. “Need more.”

He detached his lips from your neck, glancing around as if he was keeping an eye out for someone and you took that moment to take in his face. The pout of his lips and the width of his neck that you were dying to mark up with your mouth. The sight of it always did things to you, so much so that there had been several occasions where you went a little overboard and sent him on his way to the paddock with a bruised up neck and a blush dancing on his cheeks. He never really protested though, so you didn’t stop.

“Out here?” He asked, looking down at you and you nodded shyly. “Really?”

You turned your head to stare off into the distance, thinking that there was no way anyone was frolicking anywhere near you in this weather. And if there were people around, it was almost impassible to spot the two of you with the way the rain was coming down incredibly heavy. It was hard to see past a few metres and the grass was high enough to hide you both from any prying eyes.

In the meantime your thoughts had calculated the very low risk of being caught, Oscar had begun his ascent up your thighs with his hands, pulling the hem of your dress up in the process. His eyes were fastened on you, wanting to catch every micro expression on your face the higher he went up.

Your mouth opened in a quiet exhale when his hands touched your clothed pussy, thighs trembling when his finger ran over the nub of your clit. Oscar’s heart was beating fast, emotion and adoration gripping his heart in a vice when you looked up at him through your lashes.

You hadn’t dated for that long, but he’d memorised every single expression on your face, along with their meaning. He prided himself in how well he could read you, and he felt just a little smug whenever you brought it up. There was always a bit of wonder in your eyes and surprise in your voice when he said something that you didn’t expect him to remember. Like you never had anyone in your life to pay close attention to you, or even care to and it made him sad because how could they not?

You had somehow managed to become his entire world in the span of a few months and he intended to keep you happier than the average person.

That’s why he didn’t wait to pull your panties to the side when you whispered a small plea, sounding a lot like please, fully zoned in on making you feel as good as possible.

“Oh, shit.” You swore and Oscar hid a smile by hanging his head to stare between your legs instead.

You never swore in daily conversation, but boy, did you turn into a sailor when he was between your thighs.

“My pretty girl.” He complimented you, voice quiet but loud enough to overpower the sound of the downpour.

You smiled shakily, lip wobbling in pure pleasure when he swiped his fingers between your slick folds to wet them. Oscar circled your clit a few times, pulling some moans from your lips and he kept his eyes on your shiny bottom lip as he located your hole and pushed a finger inside.

He groaned around an exhale at the tightness of you, your warmth enveloping his fingers beautifully as he tested the waters. He must’ve deemed you ready for a second digit, sliding it inside alongside the first and watching you squirm atop the blanket.

“God, your fingers.” You bit your lip when his thumb joined in, rubbing your clit just the way he knew you liked it. “Like magic.”

It took everything in your boyfriend not to smile proudly and puff his chest out. It always made him preen when you complimented him while you were lost in the moment, and he knew that a big part of him needed and wanted your validation.

Oscar listened to your whines and moans, bending his head down to press small and fleeting kisses to your clammy skin. Your chest was heaving as he kissed you between your breasts, feeling his own breathing go heavy when you arched your back and stuck your chest out. Like you wanted him to touch you there. And really, who was he to say no when you begged so prettily?

The neckline of your dress was thankfully very stretchy, allowing your boyfriend to pull the material down enough to expose your chest to his eyes. You weren't wearing a bra, something he’d noticed on the car ride over here when the AC had been blasting cold air and tightened your nipples. He hadn’t said anything then but his cock had stirred in interest at the sight.

He moaned almost depravingly when he got his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking on it until your walls were clenching around his moving fingers. He gave the other the same treatment before deciding that he’d waited enough, moving down your body while his other unoccupied hand bunched up the fabric of your dress over your stomach.

You were dripping wet, slick sliding down his hands and presumably messing up the blanket underneath you and Oscar had to bring a hand down to squeeze around his cock. The sight of you under him with your legs bent and wide open was something he’d take a mental photo of, storing it away in his mind for his loneliest nights.

“Fuck,” he swore, shuffling further down so he was face to face with where you needed him the most. He gave you a sucking kiss on the inside of your thigh and you whined. “You smell so good, baby.”

That had you squirming self-consciously, bringing your hands up to hide your face. Your mouth opened against the palm of your hand when you felt his tongue swipe between his fingers messily, like he was tasting you and you bit down on your hand to stop the inevitable moan from tumbling out.

“Oscar.” You pleaded with him and the next swipe came almost immediately, like he didn’t want to keep you waiting.

Oscar was as talented as they came, when it came to his hands and how to use them. The way the both of you had learned each other’s bodies was admirable, and Oscar had really learnt it well. He knew what made you tick, what made you throw your head back and scream out blasphemous words that had him smirking.

It wasn’t a surprise, really, when he took you to newer highs in record speed. With the aid of his fingers and mouth, he managed to pull out your first orgasm that sent your head spinning right into the gutter. Your thighs closed around his head, turning your head to the sky as you cried out your climax.

Oscar withdrew his fingers from the tight grip of your pussy, but he didn’t stop licking gently as you slowly came down from your high. He kept his eyes on you, enjoying the tremble in your legs around him and the occasional hitch in your breath.

He couldn’t see your face, it being turned to the sky still, but he watched your throat bob before finally looking down at him with a dazed look on your face. Your body jerked when he tongued across your clit, hand shooting down to his hair to grip it loosely.

“That was…” You trailed off, still out of breath and tongue thick in your mouth but Oscar grinned like you’d handed him the stars and moon.

“Another one?” He asked, almost hopefully and you gave him a look of slight disbelief.

You laughed with a nod, trying not to flush warmth when he tilted his head back to wipe at his wet mouth with the back of his hand. He looked so casual, but the sight of it made your entire being turn fire hot. Even more so when he pressed a few absentminded kisses to your thighs before going right back in, working you with his tongue until the initial sensitivity faded off to the background and brought forth a second wave of pleasure.

Oscar’s jaw was starting to ache, but you were grasping at his hair and scratching his scalp so pleasantly that he couldn’t even bring himself to care. He needed you to come again, needed to taste more of you because he couldn’t have enough. So, he upped the ante and focused on your clit, laving his tongue over it and pursing his lips to suck it into his mouth.

He was almost disappointed when your moans started turning high pitched, thighs clenching tightly around his head because he wanted it to go on for longer. But he couldn’t be too sad about it when you sounded the way you did, so breathless and lost to the world.

There was no doubt that anyone could’ve heard you if it weren’t for the rain, the way you were moaning and cursing. It made Oscar smug, but also so fucking hard that he had to reach his hand down to fish himself out of his pants, almost moaning into your pussy when his hand closed around his length.

It really wouldn’t take long for him to come, already feeling sensitive to his touch as he jacked himself off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cussed suddenly in one drawn out breath, hips arching up into his mouth as you groaned out your second orgasm.

The hitches in your breaths as the orgasm rolled through you made Oscar squeeze himself and it was when you pushed his head off of you with your hand that he hurriedly sat up, getting so dizzy from the sudden movement that he almost went teetering to the side. You hadn’t realised that he was taking care of himself until you caught sight of his hand, peering at him through hooded eyelids as he groaned low in his throat and aimed between your legs, coming with a jump of his hips.

It made you clench around nothing. The sight of him throwing his head back, hair damp and floppy as he sucked air into his lungs. He gave off a full body shiver, sitting back on his heels with a deep sigh.

“That was new.” You said around a smile, making him look down at you. His cheeks went pink, smile a little shy and you grabbed his arm to pull him down so you could kiss his smiling mouth.

“I hope that was okay.” He whispered against your lips and you gave him a slow nod.

“More than okay.” You glanced down between you two, pulling a slight grimace at your soiled underwear. “Need to get those off though.”

Oscar laughed and sat up, reaching for tissues while you did your best to pull your panties down your legs. You let them drop to the side, cheeks warm at the sight of both your spend on the wet material.

“Do you reckon it’s better to wait the rain out?” Oscar asked casually as he pried your legs apart, gently cleaning you up.

You glanced around, noting that while it was still raining, it seemed to let up quite a bit and you figured that it wouldn’t take long before it ceased completely. It was a trek back to the car and you honestly didn’t think that your legs could work for the next half hour anyway.

Oscar threw away the soiled tissues and grabbed your legs, pulling you closer to him until you got the memo and moved to snuggle up into his side. He pulled you in, burying his face in your hair with a sated sigh.

“Probably best to wait it out.” You replied belatedly. “I don’t mind sitting here with you.”

Oscar hid a smile in your hair.

“Me neither.” He murmured against your temple.

He’d sit around here forever if it meant spending time with you.

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wildemaven · 4 months

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Came across this on Pinterest and right away thought of your Night School Teacher Javier - even has the opened shirt collar (yes please)

my place or yours | javier peña

pairing - night school teacher!javier peña x night school teacher f!reader word count - 1276 content warning - 18+ blog; just a lot of fluff, reader is mentioned wearing a dress and a necklace- but zero description features, no y/n, established relationship with in this piece notes - K, as soon as I saw this photo, my mind started buzzing! I’ve been on the fence still about writing these two but I wanted to get this out since it came to me so quickly. Thank you for sharing this!!! masterlist

A heat advisory had been issued in Laredo and the surrounding areas for the last week. Your classroom provided little relief for you and your students earlier in the evening as the central air conditioning for the school had gone out days into the heatwave.

It was a combined effort to alleviate some of the warm stagnant air within the old building. You and Javier propped your classroom doors open, while a few open windows supplied a draft across the hall as the evening sun set and the temperature began to drop to a more bearable degree.

Day 3 of trying to keep your room cool while teaching had you throwing in the white flag. Your students were all too excited at your suggestion to push their test back to next week and dismiss them, welcoming the weekend a whole hour earlier than usual. You wished them a good evening as they eagerly packed away their belongings, bidding their goodbyes as they left your classroom.

As you were finishing gathering your books and organized stacks of ungraded papers, movement in your peripheral caught your attention.

Javier moved about the front of his own classroom, his hands alternating between shuffling through the papers he was holding and pointing out key points he had written out on the blackboard. It was a normal sight for you at this point since he moved into the classroom across the hall. These past few days have opened up ample opportunities for you to catch a glimpse of him lost in teaching without a barrier of doors in the way.

In this moment, Javier was enough of a distraction to halt any progress you had made in cleaning up for the weekend. His sports coat had been discarded and draped over the back of the wooden chair that was left in an off-kilter manner behind his desk. The dark slacks he wore were a snug fit, accentuating his narrow waist. The appearance of his dress shirt had at some point turned from studious refinement to a very relaxed look— the latter being your favorite if you were being honest. The sleeves rolled and secured higher than their normal appearance, his forearms flexed freely without the restraint of the shirt fabric. His deco scallop patterned necktie had been removed and was laying over his sports coat, allowing for the top unbuttoned portion of his shirt to fall open freely.

You had fallen into a trance, with your eyes glued to the way his neck tensed and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, you hadn’t realized that you were now standing in the doorway of your classroom.

Javier’s intuition must have sensed something, his steps faltering a bit as his eyes found yours staring at him from across the hall. The way the corner of his eyes crinkled up slightly and his perfect lopsided grin grew just enough to make his dimple a prominent part of his surprised expression.

There was a beat of silence as Javier stood there taking you in, almost forgetting his students that sat patiently, filling the rows of rigid desks. His brows narrowed as his brain slowly came to the realization that your class was empty and you were no longer teaching.

He shot you a wink that caused a sudden fluttering sensation to travel from your lower belly and settle in your chest, before giving his attention back to his class and his form disappearing as he stepped further into the room.

You shoulder into the doorway, your fingers absentmindedly sliding along the dainty gold chain that hangs from your neck as commotion spills from Javier’s room.

Student after student exit with books wearing a mixture of gleeful laughter and impassive expressions as they fill the hallway walking in the direction of the nearest parking lot.

Your attention is directed back to the classroom across from you as the flurry of activity dies down.

“Hi.” Javier says standing with one hand tucked in his front pocket while the other holds a rather large book containing pages and pages of material he has to cover before the end of the semester.

“Hi.” You smile at him, as your thumb runs back and forth along the seam of your lips.

“Not like you to let them out—“ Javier begins to say as he removes his hand from his pocket to inspect the time on his watch, eyebrows raised in surprise. “A whole hour early.” His eyes locked back with yours.

“Oh stop— It’s too hot to think. They were groaning and getting restless. Besides, you would have done the same thing if you thought of it first.”

You watch as he makes his way to you, causing you to turn so your back is now leaning against the door frame when he joins you.

“I let them go, didn’t I?” He smirks.

“You did. Any longer and they would have been too distracted to hear anything else you were saying.” Your teeth catch your bottom lip in hopes to contain the smirk that’s slowly forming.

“How so?” His head ticks to the side, hoping you plan to offer him some sort of explanation.

Before you say anything, your pointer finger finds its way to the opening of his shirt. Gliding up and down the v-shape then settling at the bottom where the first fastened button rests in the middle of his sternum.

“You’re very distracting like this. Makes sense why there’s always a mad dash of students fighting over those front row seats every night.”

“Sounds like you know from experience?” His voice is hushed as he steps closer to you, his free hand resting on your hip, the fabric of your dress bunching under his grip.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Your finger hooks into his shirt and you pull him even closer to close the gap between your bodies. “We’re alone.” You whisper against his lips, your hand slipping under his shirt, feeling his dewy skin under your fingertips as you wait for him to make the final move.

With both classrooms now empty, you’re the only two in this wing of the building.

It had been a few months since things had become more serious for you and Javier. Still wanting to take things slow, you both kept things under wraps for the time being while on school grounds. But that didn’t mean you didn’t take advantage of moments like this when it was just the two of you.

Javier’s lips meld with yours, atoning for lost time while silently promising to make up for it the rest of the weekend. There’s a loud clatter as his book falls on the ground. His hands find their way to your face, gently tracing the contours as if trying to reacquaint himself with every feature he loves about you.

“My place or yours?” You break the kiss before it advances into something more, your breath mingling with his.

“My place has air conditioning.”

“But my bed is comfier.” You hinted as you traced lightly over his collarbone. “Cold showers never killed anyone.”

“Not yet at least.” He bends down to pick up his book, then stands to his full height and kisses you briefly one more time. “Your place tonight, then my place tomorrow after breakfast— before it gets too hot.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Lock up and get your stuff, I’ll meet you back here in 5.” He pats your ass playfully as he begins the short walk back to his classroom.

“You’re trouble, Peña.” You quip over your shoulder to him.

“Last I checked, you loved it.” He says with a wink and smiles at you.

“I really do.”

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isak-dot-gov · 1 month

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OKAY ✋🏻 this might be a little bit weird but I saw this pic on Pinterest and immediately thought of this

Okay but a Rhea Ripley x reader where she's just hating the cold and trying to steal the warmth of the reader and it's just super fluffy and cute like ughh I need some fluffy times isgt 😭😭🙏🏻

Canada Chills

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Synopsis: Finding comfort and warmth in each other's company.

Word count: 1402

My masterlist :)

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The chill of the Canadian winter bit at your skin as you adjusted your scarf, pulling it tighter around your neck. The snowflakes fell softly, blanketing the world in white as you and Rhea Ripley made your way back to your hotel. You could feel the cold seeping through your layers, but you knew Rhea had it worse. Despite her tough exterior, she was definitely not a fan of the freezing temperatures.

As you walked, you glanced over at Rhea. She was bundled up in her thick black hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, but her scowl was still visible. Her breath fogged in the air as she muttered curses under her breath, clearly not pleased with the weather.

“Canada is a frozen wasteland,” she grumbled, shoving her hands deeper into her pockets. “I don’t know how anyone lives here.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound carrying through the quiet street. “You’re so dramatic,” you teased, nudging her with your shoulder. “It’s not that bad.”

Rhea shot you a look, her eyes narrowed. “Not that bad? My fingers are going numb, and I’m pretty sure I’m losing circulation in my toes. This is torture.”

You shook your head, a fond smile tugging at your lips. “You’re such a baby when it comes to the cold.”

“Hey, I’m from Australia, okay? We’re not built for this.” She pouted, her usual fierce demeanor softened by the way she leaned into you, seeking your warmth.

You wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “Come here, tough girl. Let me warm you up.”

Rhea didn’t hesitate, immediately pressing herself against you. She buried her face in your neck, her cold nose brushing against your skin as she let out a content sigh. “Mmm, you’re so warm,” she murmured, her voice muffled against you.

You chuckled, rubbing your hand up and down her back in soothing circles. “Better?”

“Much better,” she sighed, her arms wrapping tightly around you as if she was trying to steal every bit of your warmth.

The two of you stood there for a moment, huddled together in the middle of the snowy street. The world around you was silent, the snow absorbing all sound, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of warmth and affection. The snow crunched softly beneath your boots, the only sound breaking the serene stillness of the night.

Rhea lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting yours. There was a softness in her gaze that made your heart melt, and without a word, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The cold was momentarily forgotten as you lost yourself in the sensation, her lips warm and familiar against yours. The kiss was slow and unhurried, a silent promise of love and comfort that only the two of you could share.

When she finally pulled away, her breath mingling with yours in the cold air, she rested her forehead against yours, a small smile playing on her lips. “I guess Canada isn’t all bad,” she conceded, her voice low and filled with affection.

You grinned, your heart swelling with love for the woman in your arms. “As long as you’re with me, I don’t care how cold it gets.”

Rhea smirked, her usual cockiness returning. “You better keep me warm, then.”

“Always,” you promised, sealing your vow with another kiss.

The walk back to the hotel was a slow one, but neither of you minded. The snow continued to fall around you, the flakes dusting your hair and coats like delicate crystals. Every few steps, Rhea would nudge you playfully, her grumbling about the cold gradually replaced by teasing remarks and lighthearted banter.

“Remember that time we got caught in the rain in London?” she asked, her voice a mix of amusement and nostalgia. “You were so determined to find that café with the ‘world’s best hot chocolate.’”

You laughed, the memory coming back to you vividly. “And we ended up getting completely soaked because I insisted on walking instead of taking a cab.”

Rhea chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. “Yeah, but that hot chocolate was worth it. And we had a pretty good time drying off afterward.”

You blushed at the memory, giving her a playful shove. “Stop bringing that up.”

Rhea just grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. “What? It’s one of my favorite memories. You were so cute, all flustered and wet.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, but there was no real heat in your words. You loved how she could turn even the coldest night into something warm and memorable.

As you approached the hotel, the warm glow of the lights spilling out onto the street, you felt a pang of disappointment that your walk was coming to an end. You wanted to stay out here a little longer, wrapped up in each other, away from the rest of the world. But the promise of a cozy bed and a chance to properly warm up was too tempting to resist.

Once inside the lobby, the warmth hit you like a wave, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Rhea, however, was still clinging to you, as if reluctant to let go of the closeness you’d shared outside.

“Are you still cold?” you asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted, though the mischievous glint in her eye told you there was more to it than that. “Think you could help me out?”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave you away. “Come on, let’s get upstairs. I’ll make us some hot tea, and we can cuddle under the blankets.”

Rhea’s eyes lit up at the mention of cuddling. “Now that sounds like a plan.”

In your room, the two of you quickly shed your outer layers, the warmth inside already beginning to chase away the lingering chill. True to your word, you put the kettle on, Rhea hovering close by as if to make sure you didn’t escape her warmth-seeking grasp.

When the tea was ready, you both settled on the bed, wrapped up in a thick, soft blanket. Rhea immediately pulled you close, her arms encircling you as she buried her face in your hair.

“You’re really warm,” she murmured contentedly, her voice muffled against you.

You smiled, resting your head on her shoulder. “You’re just saying that because you’re cold.”

“Maybe,” she conceded with a chuckle. “But I still mean it.”

The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the steam from your tea swirling in the air around you. It was peaceful, the kind of moment that made you realize how lucky you were to have someone like Rhea in your life. The world outside could be as cold and unforgiving as it wanted, but as long as you had her, you knew you could face anything.

Rhea shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know,” she began, her voice soft and thoughtful, “I never really thought I’d enjoy moments like this. I always figured I was too tough, too independent for all this…cuddly stuff.”

You looked up at her, surprised by the vulnerability in her words. “But you do enjoy it, right?”

She met your gaze, her expression tender. “Yeah, I do. You make it easy, though. I never feel like I have to be anything other than myself when I’m with you.”

Your heart fluttered at her confession, and you tightened your hold on her. “That’s because you’re perfect just the way you are, Rhea. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

She smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made her eyes crinkle at the corners. “You’re pretty perfect yourself, you know that?”

You blushed, ducking your head. “Stop,” you murmured, though you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face.

Rhea just chuckled, pulling you even closer. “Nope. You’re stuck with my compliments, just like you’re stuck with me.”

“Good,” you whispered, resting your head against her chest and listening to the steady beat of her heart. “Because I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

And as the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in white, you and Rhea remained wrapped up in each other, the warmth between you enough to keep the cold at bay for as long as you needed.

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Isak speaks: OKKKKKKK, just filled my first ever request. I hope you guys like it and stuff lol. Anyways, I am in fact writing for the other requests I've gotten and I'll try releasing them this week. Hopefully I get more so I don't run out of ideas. BYEEEEEE :0

#rhea ripley x reader #the judgement day #wwe #womenswrestling #rhea ripley #mami rhea

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iateyourparents · 5 months

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dare | t.y.

pairing: tara yummy x fem!reader

summary: how bad could a dare from a friend end? apparently not bad at all.

warnings: alcohol, kinda inappropriate dare, use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: feels good to be back <33 finally tara’s one, i know few of you were waiting for her!

pictures are from pinterest :)

Colorful lights were moving in dark space of the night club. It was warm and all you could smell was mix of perfumes, alcohol and sweat. It didn’t really bother you as you were already kind of drunk.

You were sitting with your two friends and on the table were shots that one of your friends ordered for you all.

It was loud, music was blasting and people were dancing, singing, or rather screaming, and talking.

“Oh, look there! Isn’t he a hottie?” Sarah, one of your friends, giggled pointing at some dancing man.

He wasn’t hottie at all. He was definitely in his late forties and all the alcohol he had consumed, didn’t make him look any better, but Sarah was already way past four drinks and round of shots so she probably wouldn’t even tell a difference between a cat and a deer, so you and Maya just laughed at her current taste in man. Not that it was much better when she was sober, but then she at least was picking younger guys.

“Sure Sarah.” Maya smiled at redhead “Look for someone even hotter.” she offered and delighted Sarah started looking through the crowd of sweaty people.

“Damn, two more shots and she won’t be able to stand on her own.” you sighed taking another sip of your drink “Maybe in next round of shots we should just ask for water in her glasses.” Maya laughed at your words but didn’t disagree.

Maya started to look through the crowd and suddenly smacked you with her elbow almost spilling the drink you were holding.

“Look, she’s just your type.” she whispered in your ear, showing you some girl.

The girl was really pretty. She was shorter than her companions, had long dark hair and her outfit was really cute. She was with some group of people and it seemed she had much fun with the girls she was dancing with.

“She looks straight, and if not straight she’s probably taken. Girls like her aren’t just single.” you stated, although Maya was right, that girl was exactly your type.

“Well I’m pretty sure she’s single.” Sarah mumbled trying to catch some nonexisting things from the air “It’s Tara Yummy.”

“Who?” you and Maya looked at your almost wasted friend.

“Tara Yummy, she’s an influencer. I sometimes watch her videos. She’s single, few months ago she ended her relationship.” Sarah explained.

“Well, good to know.” you nodded. But you didn’t think you would need those information, you probably will never see her again.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Two days later you and your two friends were again in the same bar, even sitting at the same table.

“Oh, our drinks are coming!” Sarah hummed excitedly seeing Maya going your way with yours first drinks.

“You won’t believe who I saw at the bar.” Maya looked at you and you raised your eyebrows “Tara Yummy, the pretty girl.”

You hummed in acknowledgment and shrugged “Well, people sometimes go to the same bar twice or multiple times.”

Maya rolled her eyes “Well, maybe it’s a sign that you should talk to her. You two would be so cute together.” she gushed.

Few drinks and shots later your trio saw Tara again. This time she was dancing with some man, who Sarah introduced as one of Tara’s popular friends, Colby, who, as you and Maya got to know, was a ghost hunter and had a youtube channel with his friend.

“Oh!” Maya’s eyes suddenly lit up “I have an idea! We should play drink or dare with shots! And the person with seven not done dares buys the other two dinner on weekend!”

“I’m in!” Sarah beamed and both girls looked at you expectantly.

“Alright, we can play.” you shrugged and girls squeaked excitedly.

Maya stood up and stated “I’m gonna go get shots.”

While Maya was gone, Sarah and you started observing and commenting people you saw.

“Oh, look. Tara is looking our way.” Sarah whispered to you and you followed her eyes. Tara was, in fact, standing next to bar and looking in your direction. Maybe you would pretend that she was only checking out the room but you catched her eyes and you two maintained an eye contact for good few seconds before girl next to Tara poked her side to gain Tara’s attention “Oh my god, the eye contact. It was like beginning of some love story.” Sarah gushed smiling like mad woman.

“Oh shush Sarah.” you rolled your eyes “It was accidental, I doubt she even gave this a second thought.”

“Oh come on, she totally was checking you out before you looked her way. AND then she was smiling when you two were looking each other’s in the eyes.” she stated and then sighed dreamily “I want someone to look at me like that.”

You shook your head with amused smile but decided against commenting any of her words.

Finally, Maya returned with a tray full of shots.

“Damn.” Sarah laughed seeing the amount of the alcohol. “Any rules?”

“We can’t ask about Manny.” Maya stated firmly. Manny was ex boyfriend of hers and she still wasn’t completely over him so you weren’t shocked she didn’t want to hear anything about him. You and Sarah nodded and game started.

Few shots and dares later, you already had three numbers of some guys and one girl, and you lost your lipstick after writing your number with it on a bar’s mirror in the toilet.

“Alright Y/n, your turn.” Sarah stated after she returned from stealing some guy’s drink. “Drink or kiss Tara Yummy.”

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth but quickly shutted it after nothing came out.

“That’s shouldn’t be allowed.” you whined and they laughed “We can’t even be sure she’s still here or if she isn’t seeing anyone. That would be mean.” you tried to reason with them.

“She’s not, and if she is then blame is completely on us.” Maya assured and you squinted your eyes.

“You pure evils had it planned.” you gasped and they only shrugged.

“Are you drinking?” Sarah smirked.

You gaped at them. They knew you already drank six shots so if you choose a shot then you would be the one buying dinner. And you didn’t want that. You squinted your eyes again but then sighed and stood up.

“Tara’s next to bar.” Maya smirked at you and you only stucked out your tongue in response which made them laugh.

You slowly turned around and skimmed through the room with your eyes. You quickly noticed her. She was standing next to bar and talking with some brunette boy.

Although you felt like a little child, you straightened your posture and confidently walked towards her.

When you were behind her you tapped gently her arm and that was enough to gain her attention. When she saw your face you could notice a small smile on her face but before she could say something, you spoke up.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Sorry in advance.” you almost started rambling but quickly stopped. You decided to do it quickly before you could chicken out.

You leaned towards her and planted your lips on hers. It was quick peck and when you parted you were sure your face was completely red.

Deciding against saying anything else, you turned around and with quick steps you returned to your table where girls were smiling widely at you.

“That was shorter than we expected but wow, you did it.” Maya clapped proudly.

“Can we go home now? I might burst out with embarrassment.” you covered your eyes with a sigh. You could hear Sarah laughing.

“We can.” Sarah assured you while standing up. You and Maya followed her and soon you were at Sarah’s apartment where you decided to watch Grey’s Anatomy.

Next few days passed quickly.

You, thankfully, almost completely forgot about kissing a popular stranger at bar and you continued with your normal life. Work was boring and you wanted to meet with your friends but you didn’t have any chance for that with how busy your and your friends’ schedules were.

Currently you were standing in an alley at target looking for your favorite chocolate.

You internally pouted when you couldn’t see it anywhere.

“It’s you!” you heard next to you and you looked towards girl who gasped at you.

You mentally groaned noticing who it was.

Of course you would meet Tara Yummy of all people, the girl you randomly kissed in bar, in target at candy alley.

You smiled shyly and you felt your face burning with embarrassment. Was it really too much to ask for her to forget you and your kiss?

“Hi.” you mumbled. Tara only smiled widely at you.

“Hi pretty stranger.” she said “You know, I usually don’t get kissed by strangers at bars but I really liked it.”

You giggled awkwardly praying that your face wasn’t as red as you imagined it “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. That was a dare. I know I should have pass on it but…” you were interrupted by her laugh.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” she assured “It might sound weird but I’m actually glad you did that. I thought you were pretty cute.” if you weren’t blushing before then you were certainly now.

“Well, you’re cute too.” you stated with a shy smile and Tara only smiled wider, if that was possible.

“Happy to hear it. What would you say about date? Usually it goes like date and then a kiss but I don’t mind changing the order.” she teased and you giggled.

“I heard about cute coffee shop nearby, are you free, like now?” you asked instead of answering and in response you got quick nod and a smirk.

#tara yummy x reader #tara yummy #tarayummy #sam and colby #jake webber #johnnie guilbert #colby brock #sam golbach #snc

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tatteredtoby · 2 months

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saw this on Pinterest and immediately thought of like..deer hybrid user who is extremely defensive. (I can make a fem reader ver of this if any of you want !)

(Includes mentions of hunting, animal harm, fighting, antler harm.) tell me if I missed anything !

Captain John Price

He usually just palms your forehead to hold you back, hissing through his teeth at your sharpened antlers grazing his arm. (hehee small one shot time)

“Down, Buck.” He mumbles lowly, shifting his touch to your velvety ears, as an attempt to coax you into submission. You didn’t budge, only continuing to butt your head against his side. He sighs, grasping you by the horns. “I said, Down.” “I say, nuh uh.”

I have a feeling he used to go hunting but when you almost jumped him for having harvested antlers in his house as decor, he immediately stopped, donating the antlers and other deer parts he collected to some sort of science.

Calls you Buck, only because you are one.

You’ve fought somebody for being aggressive to him. You won, obviously.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Usually just lets you butt against him, but then redirects you towards a couch or something else to butt against.

Tells absolutely terrible jokes. He’ll write letters like,

“Deer [name],”

Or address you in messages as “deer” or “deerie”

Occasionally points to baby deer/fawns and goes “look. Your kids.”

You point at air right back and go “look. Your kids.”

Hands you fake grass while you two are shopping and says something like, “want this for a snack?” While he’s holding back laughter. You grab it and throw it at him.

John “Soap” Mactavish

Tells corny jokes like Ghost, but reads them off of Ifunny, Pinterest, or Facebook.

“Yknow, I’m quite..fawn-ed of you.”

“How Endeering.”

Usually just rubs your antlers or puts your chin on his arm, usually calms you down. (would calm me down look at those arms)

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Having a lot of fun writing ! Also my requests are open !!yayy!!!

#call of duty #fanfic #john soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #hybrid #soap x reader #price x reader #headcannons #one shot

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dreamescapeswriting · 8 months

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For Your Eyes Only ~ HHJ [M]

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

GENRE: established relationships, non!idol! trying for a baby, making a joke about not wanting kids, sad hyunjin, happy ending, SMUT minors DNI or you will be blocked!!! Unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy

PAIRING: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

It was one silly comment, a silly comment that should have meant absolutely nothing but it seemed to be affecting Hyunjin more than you could have thought possible. But to Hyunjin it shook everything about your relationship to one another and he was left questioning why the two of you were together if you had no future.

"We'll see you guys next week, it's at your place right Minho?" You giggled as you stood at the front door waving goodbye to all of Hyunjin's friends while your husband was nowhere to be seen. He'd disappeared shortly after dinner had finished and you hadn't seen him since. You'd known your husband long enough that he was probably trying to escape out of helping you clean up or he was painting up in his studio, something you could never hate him for since he always created such amazing pieces.

"Tell Hyunjin we expect to see him more next time," Felix called out as he got into his car and pulled out of your driveway.

As soon as they were gone you locked up the front door and went in search of your husband, hoping that he was struck by some kind of artistic genius and that was why he'd wandered off through dinner but when you found him in your bedroom you frowned.

All of the lights were off and he was lying on the bed, soft sniffles leaving his nose as he cuddled into the sheets, panic washed over you as you thought of all the possibilities as to why he was crying.

"Hyunjinnie, are you sick?" You worried, flicking on the lights and rushing over to check on him but he refused to look at you, cuddling tighter into the sheets.

"Hyunjin, what's wrong?" You soothed your hand over the small of his back and he froze in place, sniffling as he moved away from you.

"You don't want kids with me." The words were like a shot through the heart and you shook your head. You'd never once said those words to Hyunjin because they couldn't have been further from the truth.

"What?" You couldn't wait to have kids with him, he was the love of your life, the man you saw yourself growing old and dying with. You wanted to have many, many babies with him so that you could see the two of you in younger versions, you'd had a list of names on your phone since the third year of your relationship.

"You said that you don't want kids and you're thankful not to be a parent," You racked through the memories of the night and shook your head.

"I didn't say it like that," You whispered remembering what it was he was talking about. It had been a little comment that meant nothing in the heat of the moment. You'd made a small comment that you were glad you hadn't kids at a younger age and were waiting until both of you were ready. Hyunjin sniffled and sat up in the bed looking at you,

"If you don't want kids how are we meant to have a future together?" You reached out and wiped the tears off his face as he questioned you,

"Of course, I want kids with you," You whispered, your throat drying up as tears threatened to spill from your own eyes. The sight of your husband crying was driving a stake through your heart.

"You said you were glad you never had kids." You bit your lip realising how it must have sounded to Hyunjin,

"But that doesn't mean I never want them. O-Of course I want kids with you," You reached for your phone, opening it to show him all of the names you'd been cooking up in your head for your future kids. You weren't going to show him the Pinterest boards filled with clothes you couldn't wait to dress them in.

"Bartholomew?" Hyunjin cringed at the name, laughing a little as you felt your whole body heating up.

"I'd been watching a lot of Simpsons back then," You shoved your phone away and Hyunjin chuckled kissing your cheek softly.

"I'm sorry if I overreacted,"

"Your feelings were totally relevant but next time..." You looked at him and smiled softly,

"Talk to me, don't run off...Please?" You pleaded before he nodded, taking your hand in his and squeezing it a little.

"So...shall we get some practice in?" He suggested, wiggling his brows at you as you felt your body flush and a giggle left your throat,

"For baby-making?" You laughed a little as his hand travelled down your side and he pulled you closer to him, your breath catching on his face as he smirked a little.

"Yeah."

"Do we not practice enough?" You paused for a second before smirking back at him.

"W-What if we did the real thing?" You leaned closer, kissing him deeply as he nodded eagerly at you,

"God, yes." He groaned before you began to kiss him. You kissed him as your life depended on it, latching onto each other as your arms curled around his neck and you giggled against his lips.

"Hyunjin," You whispered desperately, you wanted him more than anything right now and he laid you down against the bed, kissing down your neck and biting on your soft skin.

"I want you too baby, but we should take our time."

"Screw that." You hissed as he began to slowly - so very slowly - take off all of your clothing until you were naked below him and he was still fully dressed.

"You next," You mumbled, latching onto the belt he was wearing and unbuckling it as he chuckled,

"So greedy,"

"Only for you," You winked at him before throwing the belt somewhere behind him and quickly stripping him from the rest of his clothes leaving him hard in front of you.

"You're soaked, Yn. Is this mess all for me?" He looked down at you and smirked, running his thumb over your clit making your body shudder under his touch.

"y-Yes." You say meekly, looking at him and rolling your hips desperate for him to touch you more than he already was and a slight growl left your husband's throat.

"I love this, all for me." He moaned as he rubbed your pussy again, your legs shaking a little as you whimpered at him. He smirks swiping the head of his dick against your core, grinding against you as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Hyunjin, no teasing." You begged as he leaned down, kissing you softly as you whimpered at him, pushing into you slowly and steadily.

"F-Fuck." You hiss out, adjusting to him as you wrap your left leg around his waist pulling him closer to you, needing him closer.

"How are you this fucking tight?" He moaned out, biting down softly on your bottom lip as you let your hands roam over his chest, feeling your husband close to you.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into you," He growls, biting down on your neck before pulling out of you and shoving himself back in, your body shaking as your head tips back. Every inch of your skin was on fire as you moaned out his name, his thrust in a powerful rhythm looking down at you with love in his eyes.

Hyunjin pumps in and out of you, letting his hands trail down your waist as he looks at you.

"I love you, everything about you." He moans out as he lets his fingers trace your skin, your moans are like music to his ears.

"I could paint you forever like this, but I'd never do that to you," You whimper at him, your stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm fast approaching,

"F-For your eyes only." You whispered before kissing him deeply, clenching around Hyunjin as he let out a deep grunt of your name,

"If you keep doing that I...I won't last," He moaned into your lips as a smile took over your lips,

"I want you to get me pregnant, it's not about who can last the longest," You mumbled before biting down on his lip making him close complete control. Hyunjin begins to thrust roughly into you, holding onto you as you cry out his name.

"You were made for me." He growls out as he continued to fuck into you, you meeting his every thrust as you arched your back against the bed begging for more from him.

"You're going to take every drop, Yn. Every. Fucking. Drop," He grunts as he looks down at you, smirking as darkness takes over his eyes.

"You're going to scream my name when you come," He ordered and just like that, your orgasm hits you roughly taking over your body as you scream his name out. Your body shakes beneath him as you grunt, spilling inside of you.

"Made for you," You panted as he pulled out, laying beside you as you both began breathing heavily and letting yourself giggle a little.

"It's taking too long," Hyunjin grumbled as he paced back and forth inside the bathroom, your eyes on him for so long you felt as though you were going dizzy.

"You need to stop or I'm going to puke," You mumbled holding onto your stomach, for a few weeks now you'd been getting sick in the mornings and most of the days too actually and you figured it was time to take a test. It had been almost four months of trying and this was the only time you were late for your period.

"The timer is wrong, it has to be-" Hyunjin stopped his rant when the two-minute timer you'd set finally sounded and you both froze into place. It was time to look at the test but you were terrified of what it was going to say.

"What if I'm not pregnant?" You whispered, your heart breaking at the thought of it

"Then I'm going to take you to our bed and fuck you so full you'll have to be pregnant." Hyunjin tried to lighten the mood and you smiled a little, looking at him as you picked up the test.

Counting down from three until you could look at the test.

"I'M PREGNANT!" Hyunjin screamed out making you laugh and stare at him.

"I mean, We...You, WE!" He yelled excitedly, hugging you tightly before tears built up inside of his eyes. The two of you were going to have a beautiful family.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Ménage à Trois-eight

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/pinterest*

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ only please, swearing, angst, fluff. M/F/M relations.

Summary: Bucky has a proposition for Reader, something involving Steve. This trio, however, never expected for their lives to change after that night the way it had.

A/N: Phew, just filthy smut ahead ;) Tags are open!

Tags(open): @matisse030502 @buckystevelove @floral-recs @inlovewithametalarm @buckies-dolle @cjand10 @matchat3a @kamaria-sweet-writes @pono-pura-vida @miikayywhocares @kunaikunari @mousee555 @akmenia @pono-pura-vida @ezraa-the

My feet paced my apartment back and forth, my heart racing with so much worry I kept running my hand through my hair. It had been a few hours since I last saw Steve before he ran off after the shooter. I had little time to react to what happened because Colonel Philips whisked me away in the car telling the driver to take me straight home. Whatever questions I had gone unanswered in the haze of the chaos.

Dr. Erskine was dead. That was the first time I had seen a dead body and his lifeless eyes stared back at me before Colonel Phillips wrapped an arm around me, pulling me away.

The shooter escaped, not before taking the last vial of the bright blue serum. Both Steve and Peggy ran after him to do only god knows what. I understood Steve cared for the Doctor but he shouldn’t have gone after the shooter. Even if he was a super soldier now, he did not know how the serum affected him yet.

What if he fainted and was lying in the street?

What if the serum had failed, and he got shot?

I shook my head at the thought and forced myself to stop pacing, taking in a deep breath before letting it out low and slow.

Steve would be fine, I thought to myself. He’s a super soldier now. He’ll be alright.

Suddenly, the door to my apartment busted open, and I walked a very pissed-off Steve. Any anger I had built up ready to attack him faded the moment I saw how sad his eyes were.

“Oh, Stevie,” I sighed.

When his eyes landed on me, everything bad that was weighing heavily on his shoulders faded away and he closed the distance between us in two very large steps. Strong arms wrapped around my back and I breathed in his scent. My hands sprawled over the large muscles in his back and given any other circumstances, I would have marveled at the way they felt beneath my fingertips.

“Are you alright?” Steve asked into my hairline, leaving a few kisses there.

I nodded while pressing my face deeper into his chest. “Yeah, I’m okay. Colonel Phillips put me in a car right away and I’ve been here the last couple of hours.”

He breathed. “Good.”

I peered up at him, not being used to the sudden change in height. Before, I would stand a few inches over Steve. Now, he was the one towering over me.

“What happened?” I asked.

His muscles tensed with anger but my soft touch eased it slightly.

“The shooter killed himself,” Steve said.

My eyes doubled in size. “Why the hell would he do that?”

Steve shrugged. “I’m not sure. But once I got back, Peggy forced me into a chair so they could take my blood. Fucking filled up eight vials so they can use it hoping to recreate Erskine’s serum.”

“What?” I gasped. “Steve, that’s a lot of blood to lose. How are you even standing right now?”

My hands cupped his cheeks so I could look into his eyes but he reassured me with a soft kiss to the inside of my palm. “I’m alright.”

We stayed in that position for a few more moments and much to Steve’s dismay; I pulled away slightly. A whine erupted from his throat so I linked fingers with him and began leading him to the bedroom.

“Stay with me tonight?” I asked as we passed through the doorway.

He eagerly nodded. “Nowhere else I would rather stay, doll.”

Even with the sly smirk, I knew Steve was hurting about Dr. Erskine’s death but I didn’t want to push him yet on how he was feeling. He would tell me if he wanted to.

Once in the bedroom, I motioned for Steve to sit on the bed. It was late in the evening and his eyes shone with exhaustion.

“I’ll find something of Bucky’s for you to where,” I said.

Before I could turn around, Steve linked fingers with mine and pulled me into his lap. My squeal echoed off of the walls. With his large hands grappling my hips, he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

“I don’t know what I would have done if you were the one who got shot,” Steve admitted with a shaky breath.

My heart sank low into my stomach, hearing how wrecked his voice was.

“I’m alright,” I rubbed his shoulders. “I’m right here.”

“Buck would have buried me alive if that happened,” he said with a dry chuckle.

As much as I wanted to deny it for Steve’s sake, I knew he was right.

I lifted his chin to look into my eyes. “He’s going to lose his mind when he finds out what you did.”

Steve nodded. “I know.”

“He’ll get over it once he sees how handsome you look,” I giggled while pressing our foreheads together.

He breathed me in, hands bringing me in closer to him. I let out a soft moan when my core rubbed against his cock. It wasn’t hard, still soft, but I could tell the action had the same effect on him. I ignored it, however, knowing that tonight probably wasn’t the night for sex.

So instead, I motioned towards the hallway. “I’m going to take a shower. Do you need anything?”

Without a word, Steve pressed his lips to mine in a gentle, slow kiss. The serum must have changed his lips because now they were fuller and tasted so fucking sweet on my tongue. I groaned into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen it.

“Doll,” he sucked on my bottom lip. “Don’t go.”

I giggled once more in his embrace. “I’m only going to take a shower.”

At the mention of me taking a shower, Steve’s now hard cock pressed against my core. I was still wearing my dress from earlier and with how I was sitting on his lap, the dress had ridden up giving his clothed cock access to my pussy that was still covered by my underwear.

“Steve,” I moaned.

“I need you, Y/N. Please.”

My stomach burned with desire at the way his voice begged for me and I felt my panties dampen with my wetness.

All he needed was a nod from me before Steve had my dress on the ground and laid me on the mattress. I stared up at him in nothing but my black panties and his eyes raked over me with such hunger it made my entire body shiver.

Steve’s lips were on my skin in a flash, leaving kisses and bite marks where ever he wanted to claim me. I didn’t mind, the feeling of his teeth biting into me brought a fire sensation straight to the middle of my legs and I moaned out his name when his tongue brushed across one of my nipples.

“Steve,” my hand scratched at his hair.

He worked my nipple for a few minutes, pulling the perky bud between his teeth before soothing the pain with his tongue. Below, his fingers grazed my slick folds over the confines of my panties and I raised my hip into his hand needing some kind of friction.

“Please,” I begged.

Steve’s mouth left my nipple before kissing his way up the valley between my breast, over the pulse point on my neck then he dragged his nose up over my chin and I leaned my head back into the pillow.

“Tell me what you want,” he groaned.

“I want-,” my voice gave out.

The sound of skin on skin bounced off the walls and I screamed out in pleasure, Steve smacking my ass once more.

“What do you want?” He grunted.

“I want you to eat me out,” I breathed out in one fast breath.

Steve’s smile faltered a bit. “I’ve never done that before.”

Suddenly, I remembered that he still wasn’t well versed in sex; me being in first.

“It’s like you’re fingering or touching me down there but with your tongue. Whatever you want to taste or do with it, go for it.”

I guided him with a hand to his head and shivered when his hot breath fanned over the wetness in between my legs. So slowly, Steve pulled down my panties before tossing them to the floor.

“Don’t overthink it, Stevie. Just do,” I said when I felt him tense under my touch on his shoulder.

And he did just that. A loud groan of pleasure crawled out of my lips when I felt the tip of his tongue press hard into the sensitive nub, tracing circles. My fingers raked through his hair while my hips raised into his mouth, needing more.

“Faster,” I panted. “You can lick faster.”

Steve obeyed, but it wasn’t quite enough. I needed more.

“Finger me,” I begged. “Please.”

This time, he didn’t hesitate. He dove right in; literally. With one finger buried deep between my walls and his tongue pressing those hard circles over my clit, I covered my face with my hands not wanting my orgasm to wash over me yet. I wanted to enjoy this feeling longer.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned when Steve slipped another finger into me.

The new thickness was what my body needed to reach my climax, the blinding white orgasm crashing into me and I rode it out on Steve’s fingers and tongue. His name fell from my lips repeatedly in broken moans.

I lightly tapped his head to let him know he could stop but frowned when I felt the fullness of his fingers leave my pussy.

“Shit,” he muttered while licking my orgasm off of his lips. “Bucky always said you tasted so sweet. I thought he meant your kisses.”

My heart smiled at his innocence but now, innocence was gone. The only thing that filled the room was our pure desire for one another. Grabbing his fingers that were once inside me, I brought them to my lips and sucked off my juices, moaning around them.

“Fuck,” Steve cursed. “Doll, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I let his fingers go with a pop before smiling up at him with hazy eyes. “You have seen nothing yet, Stevie.”

We made quick work of shedding his clothes and when he kneeled on the bed in nothing but his bareness; I took a few moments to take in his new body. His arms and chest were thicker, with more muscles. His abs rippled with definition under the light from the end table, his things were so fucking huge, they could probably suffocate me. But where my gaze lingered longer than the rest of his body was his now larger cock.

Even if he wasn’t hard, the size change was different. No longer was he short and thick but now he was longer and thicker; almost thicker than Bucky.

Hell, I had to admit it. He was thicker than Bucky.

“Oh fuck me,” I exasperated. “You’re fucking huge.”

Steve blushed. “I’ve never realized how dirty your mouth is, doll.”

I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. “Well, you’ve got a lot to learn.”

“What do you want?” I asked him now, wondering what he desired most at the moment.

Steve’s hand gripped the back of my skull, forcing me to look up at the ceiling while he sat up, teeth dragging over the skin of my neck.

“I want to fuck that pretty little pussy.”

I swear in that moment, I came a little over his cock with only his words.

“Well,” I cleared my throat. “I stand corrected. It seems as if you learned quite enough.”

Steve gave me a devilish grin before bending over to the end table and rummaging for a condom. He made quick work of it, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth and sliding the condom over his dick. I let out a low whistle.

“The new Steve has a lot of confidence, eh?”

All he did was give me a look and when I nodded, he slid into me and I hissed at the new pain.

“Are you alright?” Steve asked, halting his thrust.

I nodded quickly. “Yeah, keep going. I’ll get used to the size.”

He did what I said and listened intently to my moans. First, it came out strangled as I bit my lip, eyes closed tight. Then my hips moved in sync with his until finally a groan of euphoric bliss fell from my lips as I started riding his cock faster.

“So good,” I breathed.

Steve leaned against the headboard and then dug his nails into my hips, undoubtedly leaving marks. “You’re so tight, Y/N.”

Our movements were slow at first, enjoying the feeling almost as if it was our first time all over again. It was. The new Steve, the super soldier, was now losing his virginity.

Soon, our slow languid movements became fast and erratic. Steve wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to his chest.

“Can you handle it?” He muttered his question into the divet where my shoulder met my neck.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” I assured him. “I’m used to Bucky.”

That’s all Steve needed to hear before he slams up into me, the head of his cock hitting that spot. The veins on his cock scratched at my inner walls and I squeezed around him, a mess of curses and moans spewing from our lips.

“Fuck-so-good,” I breathed.

“You-take-me-so-well-doll,” Steve gritted out through each thrust.

My nails scratched at his shoulders. “Harder.”

He obeyed and with his cock slamming into me and his mouth working at the pulse point in my neck; I felt myself come undone all over him. My wetness spread all over his thick cock and I screamed out in pleasure, my orgasm wrecking through me.

“That’s a good girl. I’m so close,” Steve nibbled at my earlobe.

Exhaustion crashed into me but I didn’t let him know, I needed him to cum. With my head resting against his shoulder, I rolled and rocked my hips over him. The feeling made Steve lean his head back against the headboard, our movements causing it to slam against the wall behind us.

Great, can’t wait for my neighbors to complain about the noise.

“Cum for me, Stevie. I need you to cum for me,” I panted in his ear.

He did; so hard and fast I could feel him cum into the condom and I moaned.

“Yes,” I hissed, riding out his orgasm with him.

When his body stilled, I pulled away from his shoulder and cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes.

His once lust-blown pupils returned to their normal blue, and I smiled fondly at him. “That was good.”

Steve grunted in response, squeezing his arms around me, and slowly pulled himself out of me. We both sighed at the sudden loss of warmth. As he busied himself by running into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, I laid on the comforter, fatigue creeping up into me.

It had been such a long day, so many emotions and things went unsaid about what happened, then with the great sex, my body couldn’t fight sleep any longer. I was fast asleep before Steve came back into the room with a washcloth. He cleaned me up and then slide in behind me. He tossed the blanket over our exposed bottom half and then shut off the light, darkness encasing us.

“Sweet dreams, doll,” he muttered into my hairline.

The only response he received from me was my deep snores.

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can you write about Arvid x y/m both liking each other and everyone wants them to get together but both of them are too clueless to realise they both like each other. Atvid ends up confessing to y/n and it's juts all adorable?

love ur stories!!

+ I saw something about arvid? so I thought id give you an idea.

Y/n could be Dino's sibling, and they are the same age as Arvid, and he's just lovestruck by them and how gorgeous they are. and Dino finds out and also finds out Y/n also like Arvid, so he makes a plan to get them together, the plan ends up working but they pretend it didn't work, till dino walks in on them hugging/kissing. and it's just alot of fluff and funny.

Something New (Arvid Lindblad X Beganovic! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (thank you love <3 I changed it a bit, but not a lot) (P.S. reader drives for Van Amersfoort)

Warnings: Aged up Arvid (Arvid and Dino are F2 Prema teammates) (Also 1) i watch Smii7y and friends so be aware of that 2) this is how I play Mario Kart with my friends)

POV: Second POV (You/your)

W.C. 1467

Summary: It takes a plan to get together.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You had never put any thoughts into anything other than racing. You decided from a young age that getting to Formula 1 was the only goal, and that’s been your mantra for as long as you can remember. You wanted to race with your brother, Dino, and the only way to do that was to dedicate your entire life to it.

You worked your way through the ranks and kept to yourself the entire time. Not like anyone wanted to be your friend. You were so much harder on yourself compared to other drivers your age, and no one wanted to subject themselves to that.

When you got to Formula 2, you decided to let up a little. You had made it to, what you consider, the straight shot to Formula 1. You felt free for once. You were able to hang out with your teammates, participate in challenges, and just be normal for once.

Your teammate, Enzo, was great. He was fun to hang out with, and he helped you get acclimated to the new field. Enzo knew almost everyone since this was his fourth season. He introduced you to Luke, Jak, Gabriele, Sebastian, and Dino. Granted, you already knew Dino, but it was fun to meet him in his element since you were always on the back foot compared to him. By association, you met their teammates, and that’s how you found yourself in this predicament.

You were currently locked in a closet with none other than Arvid Lindblad. Let’s go back to the beginning.

You started hanging out with a bunch of different drivers. You started training with some of them, going out with them, and you even started hanging out with them outside of racing. You texted a few of them a lot and played games during the off weeks.

One person you always hung out with was Arvid.

“Wanna play Mario Kart?” Was probably the most common text between you two. You two were known to join a call and totally dominate random lobbies.

One time, Dino and Sebastian joined your lobby, and they witnessed the random banter that you always played with.

“I’m coming,” You joked as your character came up behind Arvid’s. Dino and Sebastion were off fighting while you and Arvid were battling for first place.

“Keep that up,” Arvid joked back as he threw a bomb back. “I’ve got more where that came from.

“Give it to me then,” You chuckled as you threw a redshell at his character. “I’ll take anything from you.”

“You sound a little too excited about that,” He kept the banter going, knowing it was just banter. Despite the fact that he wished it was more, he would settle for being your best friend for now.

“Suck it, Arvid!” You shouted as a blue shell hit him and your character passed him right before the finish line. “You are choking!”

“On what? On What?” Arvid shouted back with a loud laugh.

“What the fuck?” Sebastian laughed as he realized what you were saying. “Ain’t no way you two are just friends after saying some shit like that!”

“There’s no way that’s just banter,” Dino laughed nervously as he crossed in fifth and Sebastian crossed in sixth.

“You just wished your banter was as goofy as ours,” You laughed as your characters were taken back to the menu for another race.

That was the day Dino and Sebastian devised a plan to get you two together. They were convinced you both harbored feelings for each other and you two were just too shy to say anything.

Dino started by talking about it with Arvid. It started with brief conversations about how he started hanging out with you, and what his favorite games to play with you were. Eventually, it turned to what his favorite things about you were and how he felt about you, and soon, he caught on.

“I see what you’re doing, Dino,” He laughed as they walked through the paddock on their way to a drivers’ conference. “And it’s not going to work.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Dino said, acting offended, “I’m just trying to understand your relationship or lack thereof.”

“I take what I can get,” Arvid attempted to joke as they walked past your garage, but it fell flat. When they got past your garage, Arvid turned to Dino, “If you know anyone who wants to be a wingman, I’m taking applications.”

“You say that like Sebastian and I don’t already have a plan,” Dino laughed as he put a hand on Arvid’s shoulder. “Say the word, and we go forth with Mission get Arvid and Y/n together.”

“Come up with a better name for this and you’re hired.”

The next week, Project Whisper (name pending), was moved into action.

You had been seeing Sebastian, Dino, and Arvid talking off to the side a lot, and every time you tried to join them, they suddenly dispersed. You tried to listen in on their hushed conversations, but it was like they were speaking in code (they were).

You started backing off from them. If they were speaking in code every time you were near, maybe that meant they didn’t want to be friends anymore. After not having many friends to begin with, you never knew how to act in these situations, so you were doing what you thought was best.

The mission was failing!

Arvid was always texting Dino, saying they needed to ramp up the timeline of the plan. He noticed you started pulling back immediately, and he hated it.

“Dino!” Arvid ran up to him after the last race of the season. Dino had crashed out of the race, but you and Arvid shared a podium with Luke. Dino was hiding out in the PREMA trailer, watching the race but fell asleep after he saw the podium finishers. He jolted awake when Arvid frantically ran into the room. “What do I do?”

He’s talking about how you disappeared as soon as the podium celebration was done and the pictures were taken. You were gone, and Arvid couldn’t find you anywhere. This wasn’t supposed to be how this went!

“We’re gonna have to improvise,” Dino said to himself as he texted Sebastian to get the new details figured out.

They knew you were touring the PREMA facility next week since they were rumored to sign you for their F2 team, so they were planning to use that to their advantage. Dino knew that facility like the back of his hand. He’s sure he could find somewhere to lock you and Arvid.

He did. And that’s where you are now. Locked in a supply closet nearly chest to chest with Arvid. It was awkward as you looked anywhere but him. Arvid was trying to think about how to start the conversation, but his instincts kicked in when he noticed your breathing quicken.

“Hey hey, what’s going on?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around you, trying to help you.

“I don’t like confined spaces,” you whispered as you leaned into him, grounding yourself. “And before you say it, a closet is different to a cockpit. I am busy trying not to crash in a cockpit. I’m just aware of the space in a closet.”

“Well then I can get us out sooner,” he started. “I didn’t know you were claustrophobic, else I wouldn’t have gone with this plan.”

“What plan?” You asked as you looked up at him in the limited light.

“Mission Whisper,” he responded with a grimace. It was a cringy name. “It was the plan to get us together.” There was a beat of silence between you two before you started uncontrollably laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re telling me this code thing you’ve been talking about with Sebastian and Dino was an attempt to get us together? That was the reason I started avoiding you guys because you only talked in code around me so I thought you didn’t like me,” you word vomited through laughter.

“You’re kidding,” Arvid gasped as he laughed at the misunderstanding with you. “I just didn’t know how to tell you, so they came up with this plan.”

“Tell me,” you said in a soft tone as you grabbed his hands.

“Tell you what?” He asked confused as he squeezed your hands.

“Tell me how you feel,” You pressed.

“You’re just teasing me right now.”

“Maybe,” You dragged out as you averted your eyes. “Maybe I just wanna hear what you actually think of me.”

Arvid, instead of talking, let go of one of your hands to rest it beside your head against the door behind you, and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. That was the start of something new.

~~~~~

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lokis-dark-queen · 1 year

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Tropical Tension

Loki/Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You ask Tony if Loki can accompany the team on a celebratory tropical vacation in Aruba. He agrees but then you are told by Natasha that he must share a room with someone. Coincidentally, you and Loki have been harboring some feelings for each other. What will happen on your much needed getaway?

Warnings/Notes: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI. Teasing, pining, a little bit of shy Loki, BODY SHOTS, Oral Sex (F receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that irl). Loosely proofread, I apologize for any mistakes.

Word Count: 8.6k

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You skillfully folded your favorite sundresses and swimsuits into your new suitcase, specially purchased for this upcoming trip. The most recent Avengers mission had been an overwhelming success and Tony had suggested an all inclusive group vacation to Aruba to celebrate. It was your first big mission, and the praise from your teammates gave you that satisfying feeling of acceptance.

A sudden knock at your door pulled you out of your proud mind. Already knowing who was on the other side, you invited him in.

“Come in, Loki.” You smiled as the god of mischief made his entrance. His long legs floated in your direction immediately.

“How in the nine realms did you figure out it was me?” He announces sarcastically.

You can’t hold back a giggle, Loki seemed to always find a way to make you laugh.

When the trip was announced, you immediately asked if Loki could come along. He had been staying at the tower for almost a full year now; it was almost two years since his attempted invasion of New York. After a surprisingly short imprisonment on Asgard, Loki had cut a deal when he helped Thor deal with the dark elves and collect the aether. He seemed to have won his brother’s respect after nearly sacrificing himself for Jane, who was now Thor’s ex girlfriend. Loki showed an example of selflessness, however, so Thor gave him a second chance.

Loki also had important information on a potential threat who was on the hunt for infinity stones. He never spoke his name, saying he was tortured by the being. But his information helped ready the Earth for this potential threat, as well as clearing him for his crimes in New York. The argument claims that he was not in the right state of mind after torture and influence by the mind stone. A new plea on mind control was given, the same plea that excused Barton for the crimes he committed while under the control of Loki, no, the scepter.

Loki found himself naturally attracted to your energy. You were quiet, calm, and collected, a certain peace in his life of chaos. When he got to know you, he heard you more, saw more sides of your personality, and he loved it. The two of you remained friends, your friendship was too far along and both of you were scared to ruin it. You both lived in a constant state of want for each other, however, you feared that neither of you would act on it. Loki was shy, surprisingly so. It took him months to warm up to you and once he did, he almost never stopped talking. You loved it though, and the sound of his voice.

“Have you started packing yet?” You asked him as he hovered around you, constantly keeping an appropriate distance.

“No need, I have everything I need in my magic compartments. I can summon any outfit at any time.” He brags.

“And you have clothes for the beach, ready to go?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I have clothes, my clothes, ready to go.”

“Loki, it’s going to be hot there, do you even have anything to swim in?” You questioned him.

“No need, I will not be doing such a thing.” He sticks his nose up at the idea.

“Don’t be a bummer, everyone else will be.” You pause and lower your voice to make it more seductive, “I will.”

Loki raises an eyebrow in sudden interest, “Not in this I hope.” He leans over and grabs one of your bikini tops out of your suitcase, ruining your careful organization. He inspects the emerald green bikini top, “If anyone sees you in this I will be gouging their eyes out.” His voice darked with his threat, causing a heat of arousal and embarrassment to run through your body and between your thighs.

“Loki!” You squealed as you failed to grab the tantalizing top from his determined grasp, “Give it back!”

“No chance darling.” He pulled his arms higher, his height kept it out of your grasp.

You secretly loved when Loki teased you like this, you knew it was his way of flirting. You reached up, pushing your flushed body with his in the process. Loki persisted pulling his arm back as you reached past his head in an attempt to reach the bikini top. You were unbearably close to him, his piercing eyes looked down upon your pathetic form. You whimpered in frustration at every failed attempt. Soon you dropped your arm, resting your hand on his shoulder. Loki assumed you had given up, when you were really just trying a different approach.

“Loki, please.” You looked up at him with innocence in your eyes, “Give it back.”

The god bit his tongue at the sight, god you were so perfectly submissive for him right now. A rush of blood went straight to his crotch as he lowered his arm, the hand with the bikini rested on his chest and the other wrapped around your waist.

“Y’know what I did on Asgard when I craved a refreshing dip in the hidden spring?” His voice has a seductive grow lacing it.

“What?” You ask with caution as he leaned closer to your ear, his warm breath brushed against the side of your face. “I swam naked, the way the Gods intended.”

Part of you feared where this was going, sirens blared in your head that urged you to stop. But your horniness pushed you to continue.

“Well mischief, you are more than welcome to do so. However I doubt the team would want to see…” Your eyes darted lower to where his semi-hard erection was now pressing up against your lower stomach, so close to where you craved him, “That.”

“They should be honored, I am a god. A very well endowed one at that.” His hips pressed even closer to you.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” Your eyes darkened in lust.

This, unfortunately, was not the first time this had happened. You and Loki would tease each other to the point of unbearable sexual tension and then one of you would abandon the situation, leaving both of you frustrated.

You had managed to untangle the stringy top from his long, pale fingers as you retrieved it. Not knowing where to go from here, you froze in place. Maybe this time Loki would push it farther, the throbbing in your core was a telltale sign that you were ready for him, that you craved him.

“Loki.” You whispered his name softly, full of lust.

“Yes?” He said, voice full of desperation.

Your hands gripped his biceps, leaning closer to his lips.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard another knock at the door with a female voice yelling your name, “Are you in there?”

Natasha.

You loved her to death, but her unintentional cockblocking nearly made you explode in anger.

Loki’s touch faded, his form disappearing before your very eyes. He most likely knew that your friend would be barging into the room any second and he didn’t want to be caught in the compromising position.

You sighed in sexual frustration, “Yeah… come in.” You sounded utterly defeated and deprived. The bikini top is still in your hand.

“Hey! You almost packed?” She asks as she walks in your room, “You’re kind of red, are you okay? You better not be coming down sick before the trip.”

“I’m fine.” You sighed, sitting on your bed in defeat, cursing yourself when you felt the wet spot on your underwear.

Natasha looked down at the bikini top in your lap, “That is a very specific color of green, looking to impress someone?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, referring to a certain someone.

“We’re just friends, Natty.” You stand, finally placing the top in your suitcase.

“I can not be in the same room with you two without feeling uncomfortable from all of that tension. You two need to fuck.” She stresses that last part, if only she knew that was the exact situation she interrupted.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, he’s so sweet and shy. I don’t want to lose him.” You try to reason. You weren’t lying, Loki was shy around the team. Around you however, he was a different man.

“He stares at you constantly, you won’t lose him. If anything you will gain something.” She hints.

You blush again, “Stop it! I wouldn’t even know where to start to encourage that from him.” You say as you throw a few more clothing items in your suitcase and close it with a victorious sigh.

“Since Loki was an add on, he won’t have his own room, you’ll have to share.” She winks.

“Are you kidding me? Tony is a billionaire, but he is too cheap to get one extra room for him?”

“He said room arrangements are final, we each have our own. You asked for Loki to come at the last minute, he has to split with someone.”

“He can happily share with Thor.” You suggested with a smug attitude.

“One bed per room, poor Loki wouldn’t have any room sharing a bed with that mammoth.” You both laugh at her nickname for the thunderous god.

“Loki can share with whoever he wants.” You say turning your back to your friend to zip your suitcase closed.

“Even me?” She teases to piss you off.

“No!” You turn quickly, yelling unintentionally.

Natasha gives an amused laugh, “I’m kidding, you think he would stay with another girl that wasn’t you?”

“He better not.” You say underneath your breath.

“He trusts you, more than his brother. Maybe I would go as far to say that he loves you.”

You stiffen up at her words, shaking your head in denial, “I don’t think he loves, Nat.” You sigh.

“Something tells me that you will be finding out soon.” She winks and goes to leave, “Good luck.”

You throw a pillow at the door after she closes it, hoping she heard the soft thump on the other side. That flight tomorrow was about to be a nightmare.

The group gathered around Tony’s private jet first thing the next morning. For once, you didn’t dread an early morning, in fact, you were excited. You needed this vacation and nothing was going to stop you from enjoying yourself.

Loki sulked near the corner of the hangar, wearing an all black button down with some black jeans.

You sighed, ‘He’s going to be miserable the whole trip if that is his wardrobe. And I know he is going to complain to me about it.’ You rolled your eyes as you thought to yourself.

You strolled towards the apathetic god, his eyes followed your form as you approached him. The sundresses have begun, and he couldn’t be happier.

“Please tell me you brought other types of clothes.” You scolded him, already knowing what he would say.

“Do not stress over me darling, this is a relaxing vacation, is it not?” He assured you.

“I don’t want to hear you bitch about being sweaty and miserable.” You growl.

Loki stepped closer, your teammates were none the wiser of you two as they gleefully chatted in excitement. He towered over you, trying his best to be intimidating to the girl he constantly whines to like a spoiled child. You met his phony cold gaze in annoyance and hidden anticipation. You remembered that you haven’t even told him the room arrangements yet.

“No promises.” He smirked.

“Loki I swear, if you fu-” You were about to go off on him for trying to make your ‘relaxing’ vacation less so before being interrupted by Tony.

“Alright Princesses, let's board.” He leads the way as everyone else follows, you and Loki trail behind.

Loki stayed right behind you as you walked on the jet, the knuckle of his index finger kept constant contact with the small of your back, hoping to not stray too far from you. The plane was cramped with all the heroes aboard, and he began to feel uncomfortable. Unfortunately for him, it would be a long flight.

Much to his disappointment, you left his side to go drink champagne with Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. He quietly tried to reach for you as you went to go sit with them, exactly where he didn’t want you to be. Thor attempted to wave him over so that he would sit with him and Rogers. Loki just rolled his eyes and sat in the far back corner of the plane, alone.

You began to loosen up after a glass as you talked with the girls.

“I really needed this, Fury has been on my ass with missions and papers, ugh…” Natasha groaned.

“Me too,” You huffed, “I had to write that entire mission report, you know, the whole reason we are on this trip in the first place. He didn’t even acknowledge everything that I did to get that in on time.”

“Well, we do. Thank you, for your hard work.” Pepper raised her glass as a toast to you.

You all had a moment of silence, taking everything in. The men played card games on the other side of the cabin, being rather loud in the process.

“Boys… What are we gonna do with them?” Natasha scoffed, sipping from her flute.

“What about the stowaway?” Wanda points at Loki, sitting in the back of the plane. He read a book with one leg resting over the other. You noticed how his foot bounced, he was anxious.

“He’s fine.” You sigh, finishing the rest of your second glass, “Just dramatic.”

You put on a facade for your friends, when in reality, you felt slightly guilty for leaving him alone. He hated being around the large group, and you were all stuck in a confined aircraft gliding over the ocean. You knew he was anxious, you wanted to comfort him.

“Go give him attention, he looks like those sad puppies in the commercials.” Natasha laughed and the other girls followed.

“Oh stop it.” You scoffed, slowly standing to leave the giggling group of girls. You could feel their eyes on you as you made your way to him.

He looked up at you from his seated position, “What? I thought I was just being dramatic.”

Of course he heard you, “Hey… I’m sorry for abandoning you. I know how much you hate being stuck with these guys. You didn’t have to come, y’know?” You apologized.

“Nonsense, I would never stop you from being with your friends. I came for you after all. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He states, continuing to read his book.

You smile and take the seat next to him, “I enjoy myself most when I’m with you.” You did not fail to notice the slight flush on his cheeks.

Loki didn’t know how to respond, his body tensed as your slightly tipsy head rested on his shoulder. You ignored the giggles and judgmental glances from the other passengers. It was just you and him. Your heavy eyes scanned the pages of the book along with him, taking in the sweet moment of silence among the chaos.

As the energy winded down everyone leaned their chairs back, turning them into makeshift beds. The plane would be landing early the next morning and you wanted to be well rested so you can enjoy your first day. You remained next to Loki, the divider in between the seats kept you two from touching as you laid next to him. Your eyes met in silence besides the muffled roar of the jet engine and Thor’s snoring.

“I should have told you earlier but Natasha said that you would have to share a room with someone else.” You whispered to the god next to you.

You swore you saw him smirk in the darkness, “And who should that person be?”

“Whoever you want, I don’t think that many people would be willing to do so though.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind darling, but I think I would go insane if I had to hear Thor’s snoring for the next week.” You both gave out a silent, breathy laugh.

“You’re always welcome to stay with me, Loki.” You brush your hand up against his.

“Don’t say that darling, I may never leave.” He quipped.

“Then don’t.”

You and Loki fell asleep with your fingers intertwined, your touch helped calm him into a state of slumber.

–

You awoke from the sun peeking through the shade on the cabin window and the pilot announcing that the plane will be landing soon. Loki was already awake, his chair back to its previous upright position. One hand held his paperback book, the other was still entangled with yours.

The humid air of Aruba kissed your exposed parts of skin that the sundress failed to cover. Vacation chaos resumed as everyone exited the jet, already arguing about the trip itinerary. You chose to do your own things on this trip, and most of that time would be spent on the most secluded, quiet beach you could find. Loki remained directly behind you once again, his hand resting on the small of your back. He was going to make damn sure he didn’t get separated from you this time. You smirked to yourself as Wanda walked by, hand in hand with Vision.

“Separation issues much?” The witch giggles.

“Hypocrite.” You growl, glancing back at Loki, “Ignore them.” You tell him.

“I already do.” He rolled his eyes.

At the hotel, you nearly had to fight for your life just to receive the room key as everyone crowded around the poor attendant at the front desk. When you finally obtained it you walked to Loki, who was kindly holding your bags.

“Ready?” You ask.

Before Loki could make some type of remark, Thor’s booming voice cut through the stiff air, “Brother! I hear we are short a room, would you like to stay with me? It would be just like when we were kids!”

Loki clenched his jaw in annoyance as you laughed at the older Odinson, “No you oaf! I found other arrangements.” He glares at his brother before looking back at you.

The blond god’s eyes darted between his brother and you, the woman standing next to him in confusion. You swore you could see the gears turning and the lightbulb appear over his head as he realized the situation. “Oh… Oh!” He looked at Loki with brotherly pride as he patted him on the shoulder, “It’s about time! Have fun brother! Be mindful of the guests in the other rooms.” You both flush slightly at his words before he walks away to join the group.

You and Loki break away from the group to find your room. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handle of your suitcase, the two of you walking in palpable silence.

Your eyes lit up as you opened the door to the room, the floor to ceiling window gave a generous view of the beach below.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Loki?” You ask as the god sets your bags down with a dramatic grunt. You knew the weight was practically nothing for him.

“It’s fine.” He speaks in a monotone voice.

“What’s wrong?” You turn around and sit on the bed in the middle of the room.

“Nothing, I’m just- I mean this is new and…” He stutters as you lay down on the king sized bed to stretch out.

Loki’s heart seemed to skip a few beats as he saw your vulnerable form laid out before him. One strap of your sundress fell down your shoulder and the skirt rode up your luscious thighs. His hands rested on his hips as he sighed in frustration. His hand ran down his face before brushing his tendrils of hair back.

“Loki,” You called out for him as you sat up, ��You need to loosen up. It’s a vacation after all.”

“How?” He mumbles.

You stand from the bed and walk towards him, Loki’s body leaned into yours like a magnet as you reached him. Your hands ran up his covered biceps to the neckline of his shirt. Your hands found the top button and undid it. His strong hands rested on your hips in anticipation. Your fingers tangled in his inky curls that rested neatly on his shoulders before moving up to cup his flushed cheeks.

“However you want.” You say, never breaking eye contact with his piercing blue orbs.

Loki wasted no time as he pulled you in for a kiss. The room melted away as his lips finally met yours after all this time and teasing. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you stood on the tips of your toes to get closer to his towering form. One of his hands remained on your waist as the other held the back of your head, digits tangling in your hair as he did so. Your head rushed as you got high on his lips, your bodies flush together, as they were meant to be.

You both took in a deep breath as you pulled away, his pupils were blown with lust and his hair was a mess. This man, this god, he was pure sex.

“Did that help?” You giggle, intertwining your fingers with his once again.

“It did.” He smirked, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours, taking in the blissful moment.

The kiss resumed after your short, shared moment of silence. You found yourself pinned against the cold hotel wall and the dense body of a god as his hands roamed your figure. He gripped the skirt of your dress, lifting it up and brushing over your ass in the process. His lips were desperate for yours as his skilled tongue entered your mouth, exploring what was his. You held on tight for the ride, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt in the process. You broke the kiss and brushed the dark fabric off his broad shoulders.

“You’re going to get overheated if you wear clothes like this the whole time.” She reminds him, throwing the shirt on the bed behind them.

“Then let's stay in our room and wear nothing.” He retorts, lips trailing down your sensitive neck as he speaks. Every warm breath on your skin sent a shiver up your spine.

“Mmmm…” You groan, “But I wanna go to the beach.” You pout, driving him insane.

Loki leans down to grab your thighs gently so that he can hoist you up and carry you to the bed. You let out a small moan as your back met the soft mattress beneath. Loki crawled over you and straddled your body. His lips found new territory as he explored your collarbones and upper chest.

“Fine, a few trips to the beach can be done.” He groans, his lips ghosting the tops of your breasts, barely visible underneath the dress.

His hands ran up your soft thighs, finding their intended destination underneath your dress. You had a feeling that this would finally be happening after all this time, however, you did not expect it to happen immediately after you entered your room. Who were you to complain? This was what you fantasized about every night after he left you high and dry. No walking away this time.

Just as his talented fingers curled in the waistband of your thin, cotton panties, a dreaded knock was heard on the other side of the door. Loki didn’t jump away from you as he did many times before. He just raised his face from in between your breasts, he was fuming with anger after being so rudely interrupted from his interpretation of Valhalla.

“If I have to kill somebody, I swear-” He growled, his hands holding your hips.

“Wrap up whatever you guys are doing, we have a tour and I paid for everyone. Therefore, everyone is required to attend.” Tony’s arrogant tone rang on the other side. “Not to mention the private beach that I rented out for the party tonight.”

“We’ll be out soon, Tony.” You spoke up from your position under Loki. He just rolled his eyes and his body off of you.

You only heard muffled footsteps fade as Tony walked away. You sat up and looked at Loki who was sprawled out next to you on the white linen. His raven hair contrasted his pale features that were slightly flushed with arousal. The prominent tent in his pants almost made you feel sorry for him.

“We’ll pick it back up later, I promise.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek, his eyes remained trained on the white ceiling.

“What about this?” He motioned to his throbbing erection underneath the fabric.

“I’m sorry, Loki. Can you just put it off for a bit?” You try to reason with him.

He groaned as he sat up on the bed, “It’ll be torture. Especially if you keep wearing those dresses.”

You smirked as you opened your suitcase and grabbed a bikini, the emerald green one to be exact. “And if I wear this underneath it?” You tease.

“You’ll surely kill me.”

“Good.” You giggled and practically skipped to the attached bathroom to put it on underneath your sundress.

–

The whole team was waiting for you and Loki, a flood of embarrassment rushed to your cheeks. Their looks suggested that they had a slight idea on what you two were doing up there, or at least trying to do.

“This isn’t a honeymoon you guys.” Barton shook his head as he began to follow the tour guide who was showing the team around the resort.

“Sorry…” You mumbled, fidgeting with the strap of your dress. An action that Loki did not fail to notice.

You walked with the group, Loki on your left and Natasha on your right. You tried to look ahead and focus on the tour until the redhead nudged your arm.

“Too busy settling in?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“Stop it.” You spoke between your teeth, making sure no one else heard.

“Did you get anywhere with it?” She continues pushing.

“It?” Loki acts offended on your other side, knowing that you were talking about him.

“I was trying to be discreet.” She rolls her eyes at the god.

“Either way it is none of your business.” He speaks with venom at your best friend.

“Hey! Leave it alone you two.” You growl.

“Apologies, darling.” He rests his hand on your back once again, giving you a sense of comfort.

“Yea, darling.” Natasha mocked him.

You eventually just went silent, hoping that they would take the hint that you were done with their bickering. You were not getting involved in confrontation on this vacation. Eventually, they both quieted down and walked next to you in silence.

The tour came to an end at the private beach that Tony had mentioned earlier. There was a bar, fully stocked and open for drinks. There were speakers for music and tiki torches for atmosphere, it looked like it was out of a movie.

The party would begin as the sun set, for now, it was time to swim. Everyone removes their loose covering clothes to reveal their swimwear. Everyone was prepared, besides Loki of course. He sat underneath one of the umbrellas on the beach, his sunglasses made it appear like he was reading his book that he brought. In reality, his eyes were on you, in that bikini. If any other men from the team got so much as within a foot from you, they would be sorry. You looked so happy as you splashed in the blue, salty water with your friends. Your smile made his stomach turn in the best way possible. He noticed your eyes looking back at him with concern every few minutes. Every time he gave you a nod of reassurance, as if he was saying, ‘Don’t worry about me, enjoy yourself.’ He was sweating under his clothes, however, he was too stubborn to admit that you were right.

As the golden sunset began to reflect on the calm waves, the party began. Still wet from the beach, you tied a white, chiffon sarong around your hips. The fabric barely did anything to cover your ocean kissed skin as you ordered your first drink of the night. You didn’t intend on being drunk tonight, you planned on keeping your promise to Loki, who was currently nursing a drink of his own.

You sauntered over to the secluded table where he sulked, noticing the bead of sweat on his brow as you sat across from him.

“What did I tell you?” You spoke in an ‘I told you so’ tone.

“I know, you were right, I was wrong, is that what you wanted to hear?” He leaned back in his chair, unbuttoning another button on the black shirt. The upper half of his torso was now on display for you. His pale skin shone in the rays of the sunset with a small sheen of sweat. You admired him, his godly form that you wanted to learn every inch of.

You laughed victoriously, “Yes.” You smirked and took another sip of your pina colada.

The music blasted through the speakers, and after you finished your drink, you found yourself relaxed enough to dance with everyone else, barefoot in the warm sand. After every song, you went over to Loki, asking him to join you, he turned you down every time. He was slightly hurting your feelings right now, eventually you stopped checking up on him.

After two songs, Loki noticed your lack of attention towards him. When he walked towards the party from his secluded corner he saw you and your friends around the bar, laughing freely, some clearly more intoxicated than others. He noticed that Rogers was a little too close for comfort as you spoke.

“You lick the margarita salt off of someone, usually on their chest, and then you take the shot. After that the person who you licked the salt off of will have a lime in their mouth. Immediately after you down the shot, you take the lime from their mouth with your mouth, no hands.” You explained body shots to the group around you as Loki approached from behind, placing a hand on your waist.

“What are you talking about?” His curiosity peaked as he overheard the last part of your explanation.

“Body shots.” You answered, motioning for the bartender to pour a shot of tequila. He could see your mischievous look, he feared that look, “Wanna try? I’ll teach you.” You smirk with confidence.

Multiple gasps and ‘Ooohs’ feel from the small crowd surrounding the two of you. Loki’s eyes went wide, did you have no shame?

“And who will be taking the shot?” He asks, you smiled in excitement, happy that he didn’t turn you down immediately.

“I’ve had my fill for the night.” You state, handing him the full shot glass, “You, however, need to loosen up some more.”

Everyone leaned in around the bar, expecting a show. And you and Loki were about to perform for them shamelessly. They whispered and snickered as they awaited his answer.

Loki sighed, trying to hide his excitement, “Fine.”

Drunken cheers motivated you to sit on the bar, taking the small bowl of margarita salt in your hand. He was not even the slightest bit ready for what was about to happen as you leaned back, your eyes told him to come closer.

Loki, who was still seen as shy by the rest of the team, approached you cautiously. Your foot hooked around the back of his knee, your eyes were sultry, flashbacks from earlier rushed in his mind. Some of your teammates, including Bruce and Steve, turned away, seemingly uncomfortable at your tantalizing display of suggestive exhibitionism. To be fair, it did look rather pornographic to spectators.

“First…” You start, Loki’s eyes are only focused on you, “You’ll lick the salt from here.” You explain, sprinkling a trail of salt between your breasts, his breath hitching in his throat as he watches you intently, “After that, you will quickly take the tequila shot and then…” You pick up a lime from behind the bar, your body on display as you lean back, even the bartender was entertained, “You will take the lime from my mouth with yours, understand?”

Words failed to form for the god, who could only nod with his eyes filled with awe and lust.

You giggled as you saw Pepper smack Tony upside the head as he tried to explain himself, “Good, whenever you’re ready, mischief.” You shoot him a wink before placing the lime in your mouth and leaning back on the bar, propping your body up with your elbows.

All eyes were on Loki now, there were many men here tonight who wished they were in his place, yet here he was, your body offered for him like the god he truly is. He leaned forward, one hand on either side of your torso, his right hand held the shot glass that sat on the polished wooden bar. His face found its way between your breasts, just as he was earlier in the day before being so rudely interrupted. The crowd was too shocked now to even attempt to stop the not so subtle erotic display. You gasped as his tongue found the trail of salt between your breasts, right above your bikini top. Your hand briefly held the back of your head as he trailed up your chest to the dreaded end of the salt trail. He sat up straight to properly take the tequila shot, wasting no time to take the lime as the liquid burned his throat. His lips briefly brushed against yours and he sucked on the lime before taking it from your mouth completely, you involuntarily clenched your thighs to relieve the throbbing between your legs.

Loki stood straight, taking the lime from his mouth and throwing it aside as everyone around you hollered and clapped in drunken amusement. Natasha gave you a proud thumbs up from a few feet away. Loki returned to your side, helping you sit up and lifting you off the bar. He held you close so that he could whisper in your ear.

“Can we return to our room, please?” He practically begged.

You smirked and kissed him on the cheek, “I was hoping you’d ask.”

The crowd wanted more from you two as they chanted for an encore, believe it or not, you and Loki were the most sober people there. You both walked towards the hotel, making sure you grabbed your shoes and sundress that were discarded earlier. You walked hand and hand with Loki back to the hotel, laughing in the moonlight as you walked barefoot with him.

You swore it was the longest walk of your life as you finally made it to the hotel lobby and the elevator. Immediately after the doors closed, Loki pounced on you as if you were his prey, your hand gripping the bar as he kissed you passionately, fully aware that the elevator could stop prematurely and you two could be exposed at any moment. After your little show on the beach, however, it turned you on even more.

As the door made a ‘ding’ that cut through the humid air of arousal, Loki lifted you bridal style and walked the short distance to your shared room. You wrapped your arms around his neck, swinging your bare feet slightly in giddy anticipation. You recalled Barton’s words from earlier, and for now, you were about to treat this trip as your own little celebration honeymoon. You deserved it after all.

Using his magic, Loki swung the door to the hotel room wide open, slamming against the wall as it announced your arrival.

“Loki! Tony will be pissed if you put a hole in the wall!” You playfully scolded the god who currently held you.

“Darling, for once in your midgardian life, can you please not worry about something?” He joked, but you knew he was serious deep down.

“Then fuck my worries away, mischief.”

Loki placed one more chaste kiss on your lips before he dropped you on the bed, causing you to let out a grunt. He circled the mattress before standing at the end of the bed and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes filled with determined lust. You clenched your legs as you sat up slightly to appreciate his little strip tease.

“Oh… I plan on it.” He smirked, throwing the shirt aside and crawling towards you on the bed. The only light in the room was from the moonlight that shone through the open window. It reflected off his features and made him appear as if he was glowing before you. He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you up to sit with him. You understood the unspoken words from his cerulean eyes as you reached behind you and untied the bikini. Loki’s eyes never strayed as they studied the new territory of skin that had been exposed. His hands went to your hips to untie your sarong, his eyes moving from your breasts to your eyes in the dark, “May I?” He asks for your permission.

“Of course.” You sit up on your knees so that the light fabric can be easily removed. The only covering that remained on your body was the dark green bikini bottoms that tie around your hips and slipped graciously between your thighs.

“You’re so beautiful…” He pulls you onto his lap, lips trailing feathery kisses along your collarbone, “So perfect.” He praises.

Your fingers tangle in those soft raven locks as you pressed your core against his reawakening erection underneath his trousers. He couldn’t hold back a whimper, a fucking whimper, for you as he felt the wetness through the layers of restricting fabric. He supported your lower back as he laid you down, his hips finding their home between your spread legs. He finally had you, no interruptions, no running away, you were his now.

His fingers ghosted along your ticklish sides, you arched into his touch and whined out for him in embarrassing desperation. Loki let out a deep, raspy laugh as his mouth descended lower and lower, until his teeth were biting at the strings of your bottoms. The slight taste of ocean salt stung his tongue in the best way possible as he undid the strings with his teeth. The sight was erotic, your heartbeat drummed viciously in your chest as he kept eye contact. Your head was thrown back as he untied the other side in the exact same way. Could he have just slipped them down your legs easily? Yes. However, this was more entertaining, the sight made you so wet that he didn’t need to give you any more foreplay to prepare you for his cock. But Loki was a giver and a pathetic pussy pleaser, you couldn’t stop him from going down on you if you even wanted to. And you did not intend on pausing his mouth’s journey to the apex of your thighs.

He placed one kiss to your covered mound before slipping the fabric from your wet cunt, he threw it aside, the clothing item lost in the dark until the morning. He licked a wet stripe up your soaked slit to test the waters. He smirked into your pussy as your hips bucked toward him, back arched off the bed. Needless to say, he was more than pleased with your reaction as his silver tongue slipped into your opening.

He skillfully continued his pleasurable oral assault on your cunt, your shaky fingers tangled in his black strands that were bobbing playfully between your thighs. His large hands held up the backs of your thighs so that he could taste you better. His tongue found its way back up to your sensitive clit, teasing it with slow circles before picking up the pace. He would alternate between tight, steady circles and closing his lips around your clit and sucking graciously.

“Fuck, Loki! You’re s-so good baby.” You spoke praises to the god in between your thighs between desperate moans and clenched teeth. Your words encouraged his fingers to find your soaked entrance as his tongue pressed flat against your clit.

You gasped as you felt his index and middle fingers breach your wet opening, back arching in need for release. Your pussy fluttered around his digits as they pumped and curled against that spot, the spot that no other lover had come close to reaching before now. Thor’s words about being mindful of the other hotel guests were long forgotten as moans nearly turned into screams. Thankfully, the other guests on your floor were your friends and teammates, and as far as you knew, they were still partying at the beach.

One of his hands went to hold your hips in place as you were moving too much for his taste. Loki was a god on a mission, a mission to make you cum as hard as you could. And damn him, he was about to succeed. He groaned, eating you out like a man starved and you were his first taste of sustenance in years. He was getting off on this immensely, his filthy late night fantasies were finally coming true.

“Loki… I can’t i’m- gonna… AH!” You screamed out for him, your hips raising off the sheets as his mouth eagerly followed. You came on his face shortly after your failed attempt at a warning. Loki sucked up every drop that leaked from your sweet pussy, not wasting a single drop of your nectar.

Your thighs shook on either side of his head as he continued, pushing you to unbearable overstimulation. You pushed back on his forehead and tried to breathe.

“Stop. Sensitive.” Was all you could stay, thankfully he took the sign and stopped. If it was up to him, he would spend the rest of the vacation between your legs.

He graced your shaking body with gentle, loving kisses, pulling you back to reality. Your hands searched for his body, your eyes blurry from all the pleasurable tears that you had just shed. He reached out for you, one hand held his form above yours as the other held your hand, leaving chaste kisses on your knuckles before you went to caress his face, appreciating every dark and beautiful feature of the god.

“Love, are you okay?” He asks in concern, words failed to leave your lips properly since your orgasm.

“That was… I don’t even have words I-” He cut off your stuttering with a kiss, your taste prominent on his lips.

“Do you wish to stop?” He asks, assuming you were too out of it for anything else.

Your lazy eyes snapped open as your hands went to rest on his belt, “No, please, I want all of you.” You begged, fingers beginning to fidget with the metal buckle.

“Then you will have me.” He responds.

Just as you were about to start working on his pants, they magically disappeared before your very eyes, thanks to Loki’s magic of course.

Needless to say, he was huge. You had felt his cock before, pressed up against your ass or lower abdomen in compromising positions that he had put you in on multiple occasions. Then, you were separated by layers of clothes. Now, you both were completely bare for each other, in your most vulnerable state. The heat of arousal seeped off your body, he could feel it from the very small space between you two.

Your hand curiously brushed against the head of his dick, the slit leaking precum that slightly lubricated the rest of his shaft.

“You’re huge.” You mindlessly breathe out in admiration.

Loki lets out his iconic breathy giggle at your words, “Are you sure you want me love? The destructful god of mischief?”

“The only thing you ever destroyed was my heart when you kept turning away from me after all of your sexual teasing.” You tell him, lifting your legs around his waist to pull his hips closer to yours.

“I’m sorry darling, I never meant to. I was just…” He paused, looking away from your eyes for a split second before your hands gently cupped his face, pulling him back to you.

“What is it?” You ask.

“I was too scared to lose you.” He admits, blue eyes flooding with tears.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you. Forever and always.” He leans to touch your forehead with his in a moment of pure romance.

He pulls back slightly, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something important. His lips close and press together, he flicks his dark locks over his pale shoulder before fully settling between your thighs. His hand held the base of his cock as he ran it up and down your wet pussy teasing and asking permission at the same time.

“May I have you this evening, love?” He asks for your consent once more.

“This evening and every evening that lay before us.” You answer.

Loki chuckles in amusement, “Good answer.”

A synchronized gasp left both of your lips simultaneously as the tip of his cock slipped into your entrance. He held you tight, as if you were about to flutter away underneath him. Your fingernails scratched down his shoulder blades, little did you know, Loki had a thing for pain.

He didn’t hold back as his hips found a steady rhythm so that he could properly pump his cock inside you repeatedly. Your hands were all over him, feeling every scar, muscle, and hair that decorated his body. One hand of his held onto the soft flesh of your right thighs as the other played with your breasts that were bouncing in time with every thrust.

“Loki- Faster!” You demanded underneath him, spreading your legs wider to give him more room.

“Does my precious girl like it when- fuck… when I fuck her like a slut?” He had to pause for a second as he sped up the pace of his thrusts. He perfectly practiced self control to keep himself from spilling inside of you too early as your cunt clenched around him.

“YES! Oh Loki… fuck me like the slut that I am.” Your eyes opened to meet his blue-green ones that were darkened with lust and arousal.

“You’re my slut, no other will ever touch you. You. Are. Mine.” He accentuates every word with a deep thrust, driving his cock deep inside your core.

He had dreamed of this, touched himself to the thought of claiming you. He mentally cursed himself for taking so damn long to do so. You were such a willing lover for him, for a god. With every thrust, every kiss, and every dirty word that he growled in your ear you knew that he fucked like a god, the true god that he is.

His fingers found their way back between your legs as they rubbed against your clit with the determination to make you cum around him. Your pussy leaked your mixed arousal onto the hotel sheets below, a thin sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies, causing both of you to shine in the moonlight. This night was perfect, just you and the man that you had longed for all this time.

“I’m close, come with me, cum all over my cock.” He breathes out as his thrusts become sloppy and uneven.

Your whole body tensed and your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as his long thrusts turned into more of a grinding motion. The feeling of his pubic mound grinding against your clit along with his fingers precisely circling it pushed you over the edge.

“LOKI!” You screamed out his name in orgasmic bliss as your pussy clenched around his cock, causing him to fall over the edge with you. Ropes of his hot cum coated your walls, a sloppy kiss was shared in the moment. The room seemed to melt away as you held each other, coming down from both of your powerful orgasms. He laid on top of you, careful to not put his full weight on you as his face buried itself in your neck, taking in your natural scent.

In his state of bliss he murmured something into your skin, so quiet you could barely hear. But you knew what he said, you had imagined those words falling like spring rain from his lips many times. You knew them all too well.

“I love you.”

He immediately regrets it as he sits up, intending to move away from you as he pulls his softening cock out of your warm, welcoming tunnel. You crawl onto him as he laid on the bed, your silence scared him, although you clearly weren't revolted as you rested your head on his chest, admiring the glistening ocean outside the window before looking back up at him.

“I love you Loki, so much. More than you could even imagine.” You confess, showing that you reciprocate his feelings.

He chuckles with love at your answer, even he couldn’t hide the love drunk smile that adorned his face, “Is that so?” He asks, playfully.

“It is, it always has been.” You tell him, propping your tired body up enough to place another soft kiss on his lips before you fall asleep with him. Wrapped up in white, cotton sheets and pure love for one another.

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As you sat in the hotel lobby with Loki the next morning, innocently enjoying your complimentary breakfast, you noticed a few strange stares from your fellow teammates, while others refused to look at you all together.

“Why are they staring at us like that?” You quietly ask the god across the small round table from you.

“Well darling, it may be the fact that you sat your pretty little ass up on the bar last night and asked me to lick salt from between your breasts in a whorish display of alcoholism.” He answered nonchalantly.

Your cheeks slightly blushed pink at his words, perhaps you did take things a bit too far due to your need for Loki. Before you could answer a feminine hand took a blueberry off of your plate.

“That…” Natasha started next to you, eating the blueberry before continuing, “And the fact that you two were fucking so loud last night that Tony received a formal complaint from the front desk.”

You glanced cautiously at Tony across the room. The billionaire met your eyes with a threatening gaze.

“Sorry.” You mumble, sure that you would die from embarrassment.

The redheaded spy laughs, “Well, you both certainly needed to get that out of your system. However, Tony said that if it happens again, Loki will have to move in with Thor for the rest of the trip.” She points over her shoulder to the blond god, who waved in return and gave his brother a proud thumbs up.

“We’ll be more considerate next time, agent. Thank you.” Loki replies in your place with a hand over his heart in fake innocence.

With your face buried in your hands, you hid your face at the table. “Who was even around last night?” You ask, barely audible as you raised your head.

“Some of us go to bed early, y'know.” Steve replies as he walks by with a coffee cup in his hand.

“I expect no less of Rogers.” Loki rolled his eyes before landing on yours as he pulled your hands down from your flushed face, “Now, how about that trip to the beach?” He suggests.

“Will sex be involved?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Most likely.” He smirks.

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icameheretoreadstuff · 11 months

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When I met you, all I wanted to do was to get on my knees

Pairing: Toji x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, MDNI!, NSFW, Alcohol, Smut, Oral, Deepthroat++ Summary: Your at a party with your friend, when you meet Toji. In a dare he gets carried away, infront of everyone. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr. I needed a friend in this smut, and didn't know who that might be so we are gonna call her Samantha/Sam for short and the guy Sam is seeing is called Mike. The story is about you and Toji after all, so please ignore the names if they're bothering you. Comment if you come up with better names and I'll change them. 🙈 I wanna point out People have their own idea/opinions about how Toji would react and stuff, but I just had to write this && i do not own this pic, found it on pinterest. This Smut was deleted, but has now been edited and reposted.

You walked off the buss with your friend Sam "Where is this place anyway?" you asked, "it's just nearby" Sam responded as she lighted up the cigarette "want one?" she asked, you shaked your head "I need to borrow the toilet asap" you answered as you began to walk faster. You both walked around the corner "It's that house right there, you go ahead" You looked where she pointed with her cigarette.

As you walked inside the house, there were people blocking your way in the hallway. You stood up on your toes when you saw a door that might just look like the bathroom "move bitches" you yelled, feeling the shot you took on the bus starting to kick in. People turned to look at you and moved to the side, forming a path. You chuckled lightly and mouthed sorry as you were about to walk over to the bathroom, when a hand grabbed your shoulder.

"Move bitches?" someone chuckled, you turned around and your eye sight were met with muscled man boobs. you looked slowly up as you couldn't stop checking him out. You could feel your clit throbbing by just looking at him.

Turns out they didn't move out of the way because of you, but for him. "A-are you the owner of this house?" you asked as you couldn't help but mentally lick every inch of his body.

You stepped back to look up at him. He crossed his arms as he looked at you "youre pretty cute calling my friends bitches" he smirked. You blushed as you scratched your neck, looking down "Thanks I guess? uhm, can I borrow the toilet?" you asked him, "sure princess" he pointed with his head twoards a room at the end of the hall. You smiled at him, when you saw your friend come in "didn't you need to pee?" she asked you, "yeah, join me" you blushed and grabbed her hand and walked into the bathroom.

Sam closed the door behind you as you sat down on the toilet to pee. "So I guess you met Toji, huh" she giggled as she walked over to the sink to reaply her lipstick. "That's the guy you've been telling me about?" you asked her, and she nodded as he leaned forward to the mirror. "He's tall" you commented while cleaning yourself up and slid your pants back on.

"He could honestly do whatever he wants with me, and I would be ready on all fours" you giggled and walked over to the sink to wash your hands. "Honestly, damn" you said as you dried your hands. Sam smirked "I knew you would like him" she said as she put her lipstick inside her pocket "trying to hook me up huh?" you asked her as you shot up your eyebrow, she shrugged "well obviously"

Sam lurked out two small bottles from her purse, "let's do one more" she smiled devilish, you looked over at what she was holding and you sighed "one more?" you asked her as your shoulder sank "liquid currage, it looks like youre gonna need some" she giggled "I don't even know what youre talking about" you scoffed and crossed your arms.

She dingled the bottle infront of you "so youre ready to face him, huh?" she teased "On all fours?" she giggled at your reaction, you sighed "give me that" you grabbed the bottle. You opened the bottle and you both looked at each other "to me for hooking you up big time!" she cheered and clincked the bottle to yours, "To you" you chuckled and threw down the liquid into your throat.

"shit" you swallowed and coughed, feeling the strong liquid slowly burn in your throat "what was that?" she laughed evilish "it's like a breathmint on bottle, youre welcome!" she threw down the liquid and coughed as well. "The way he was looking at you, I think youre gonna need some" she laughed. You gasped and laughed "fuck you very much."

Someone knocked on the bathroom door "hurry the fuck up" Sam grabbed the empty bottles and threw them into her purse. "lets go" She said as she opened the door and grabbed your hand.

You were welcomed with music, laughter and chatter throughout the house. Sam grabbed your hand and guided you twoards the kitchen "let's find some glasses" she said.

After Sam had poured some wine into some glasses to the both of you, you walked into the livingroom. There was a big circle of people around the coffe table, drinking and playing a game.

Your eyes went straight twoards Toji, He was drinking a beer as he was openly checking you out even though he was in a middle of a conversation.

"Let's sit here" Sam said and found available seats. You sat down with Sam on your right and Toji on your left. "This is the guy I've been telling you about" Sam smiled and pointed to her right, you leaned over her to greet him. "Hi! my name is y/n" you smiled and he nodded "pleased to meet you, I'm Mike" He took a sip of his beer "We are playing truth or dare, wanna join?" he asked as he grinned devilishly at Toji, before you could answer Sam said "ofcourse we'll join!"

You could feel Toji staring at you as you sipped your drink, you looked up at him "was it your idea?" you asked him, He laughed loudly "Not my idea of fun, no" he said with a stern look on his face, He looked over at Mike as he sent him look. Mike just laughed in response "Relax, everyone is having a good time."

You placed your drink in your lap while looking at Toji "So, what is your type of fun?" he grinned as he leaned forward "I could show you if you want" he flirted, not caring if anyone was listening in. He watched your reaction and half smiled. You blushed and took another sip.

Before you could answer, Sam bumped into your arm. "your turn" she said, you turned around and thought for a while "Dare" you answered finally and someone said "I dare you to say something dirty to the person on your left"

You felt chills as you could feel him staring at you, you knew what you wanted to say but you weren't sure. You looked at him and thought fuck it as you took a big gulp of your glass. You looked at Toji and smiled before you chuckled lightly, he crossed his arms "let's hear it" You took a deep breath as you said "When I met you all I wanted to do was to get on my knees" You said and cheered your glass into the air with everyone as they were cheering, you began to blush hard.

Toji's reaction was priceless. His lips were slightly parted for a second before he grinned in the most seductive way possible making your clit begg for attention.

While everyone was cheering and laughing, he said "That can be arrenged" and winked at you as he took a sip of his beer. Your eyebrow flew up as you couldn't help but to giggle, and then sighed sexually frustraited as you took a sip of your drink.

"It's your turn to ask Toji" Mike said to you, "well?" you smiled at him. "Dare" he sighed and drank up the rest of the beer bottle. "I dare you yell out the first thing that comes to mind" you said, he stared at your lips and just chuckled "blowjob" he winked at you. "you have to yell it!" you said in return "so you want everyone to know, huh?" he flirted, you blushed hard and just hid your mouth with your drink.

Toji bumped into the person beside him while still looking at you as he took a sip of his beer. The guy answered "dare" and Toji instantly smirked. "dumbass" Mike commented and the guy looked at Mike and then Toji with fear in his eyes and just started to laugh "try not to overdo it" he said and waved his hands in defeat already. "I dare you to shot this" he smirked and pulled a bottle up from beside him.

The bottle was black with a chilli on it. He poured it into a shotglass and gave it to him, "Dont be a child and smell it" he said and the guy shaked his head as he regretting his choice "What do you expect when Toji's the one who's coming up with your dares?" Mike told the guy.

"come on" Toji said impatient and took a sip of his beer, and turned to look at the guy. "I had to pick something! no matter what I pick I lose anyway" the guy shrugged, Mike laughed loudly at his response "its your funreal" The guy looked at Mike "What do you mean?" he panicked, Toji sighed loudly and the guy just accepted his fate and threw the liquid down into his mouth.

He panicked instantly "swallow" toji smirked and clapped on the guy's back causing him to swallow. He coughed and coughed "What was that?" He asked Toji as the guy was panting and tried to drink something to earase the taste in his throat. "Chilli" Toji answered and shrugged "not that bad, right?" he smiled with a devilish grin. "My throat is burning" the guy said and stood up "I need milk" Everyone laughed and some left to help the guy out.

Sam poked into your arm "wanna join me on the toilet real quick?" she asked you and pleaded, you chuckled and nodded "sure" you sighed and smiled at Toji as you left.

You were walking twoards the bathroom when you saw the long queue. You sighed loudly as you stood almost with the front door in the queue with Sam. "So, what do you think?" she asked you, you looked twoards the livingroom where you knew Toji was and just smiled. "I-I, Yeah" you mumbled "yes" you nodded, not being able to form any words. "I should tell you, I have talked allot about you to him" she said, you looked up at her with a confused look on your face.

"wait, what?" you asked her as you grabbed her arm "tell me what you said" you asked with a concerned look. "I was picking up Mike to go on a late night snack after thay had hit the gym together and we kinda just started talking in the car" she shrugged "I told him that youre my besfriend, so ofcourse youre awesome" you sighed out loud feeling thankfull "so nothing bad?" you asked her, "why would I do that?" she laughed at you as she shaked her head "youre my bestfriend y/n, that would not make sense if I was trying to hook you two up" she giggled.

Mike came behind Sam and grabbed her hips "There's a bathroom upstairs" he whispered into Sam's ear "I can show you" he said and you looked at your friend for confirmation "you sure?" you asked her, not caring what he just said.

She smiled as she sighed and kissed your cheek "Thank you for your concern y/n, but I'm ok" she said and waved you off "I promise" she giggled as she and Mike walked upstairs.

When you returned to into the livingroom you saw your seat was taken. Toji was sitting sipping a beer deep into a conversation with someone. But there was a woman who was sitting right next to him, where you just sat.

Someone asked Toji a question "Toji, Truth or dare" he was about to sigh and curse probably by the looks of it until he noticed you, Then he leaned into his seat and crossed his arms, smirking.

The woman beside him giggled and leaned into toji, you couldn't help but to see a woman beside him, holding onto his arm, giggling.

"Toji! I dare you to make out with someone!" The instant Toji heard the question he raised up releasing his grip from the woman and walked over to you, he grabbed your hips and drew you close as he grabbed your neck and crashed his lips onto yours.

You held your hands on his chest as you forgot that you were currently standing in a room infront of people cheering in the background.

The people were tuned out and the only thing you could focus on was how soft Toji's lips was. His tight musles under your hands. His tounge tasted sweet from the alcohol and his arms felt so comfertable around you. You silently sighed as you grabbed his neck to deepend the kiss.

You don't know how long you stood like this, just making out heavily. But when you came up for air, he looked down at you and he felt like he weren't nearly done yet.

You grinned as he grabbed your tighs and carried you out of the livingroom. You could hear the cheering in the background and the woman who tried to hit on Toji was giving you a side eye, you couldn't help but to giggle as you kissed him deeply.

He opened a door and closed it behind him, he let you down as he locked the door. "Toji-" you tried to say before he crashed his lips onto yours again, hungry for more.

He grabbed your hand and put it into his pants as you could feel his big hard dick, you felt so aroused and turned on that you couldn't think clearly. "you feel how hard I am for you?" he smirked "fuck" you moaned into his lips and then you grabbed his pants and pulled them down, when you looked down on his shaft you instantly gasped.

"Fuck youre big" He grinned at your reaction "on your knees" he answered. You obeyed and he grabbed his massive dick with both of your hands and leaned twoards his tip "let me feel your sweet mouth on my dick, princess" You looked up at him as he was smirking.

You opened your mouth and sucked his precum. It tasted so sweet, you let your tounge out and cricled around his tip. "let me see how well you can take me" he huffed, you opened your mouth more as you pushed yourself onto his hard throbbing dick.

You could feel tears running down your face as you tried to bobb your head onto his length. "just like that" he groaned "good girl"

You pulled back for air as you licked his entire length while keeping eyecontact. He parted his lips and let out a sigh as you inhaled his length again, you moaned as you licked his length and tried to inhale his dick again. Finding a rythum that made him huff and slightly move his hips.

You grabbed his hips as you breathed through your nose. You moaned as you could taste his precum inside your mouth, you swallowed as you looked up at him. "You're so good at this" he groaned, You bobbed your head as you kept eyecontact with him.

You moaned as you kept up with the rythum, You grabbed his length and stroked while bobbing your head, you pushed deeper and managed to get half of his length inside your mouth.

You breathed through your nose as you managed to push further, you felt that his length was inside your throat now. Tears fell down your cheek "Fuck, you look so beautiful on my dick" he huffed and let out a deep sigh. You pulled back and panted as you looked up at him with a smirk.

"y/n" he groaned as you licked his balls. "Come here" he said and guided you twoards his bed. You lied down onto your back, waiting for what he had planned. He pulled off his shirt and you instantly took a mental picture. you could honestly just climax by rubbing your clit onto his abs.

He sat onto the bed and then he pulled down your pants and threw them away. "I gotta make sure you can take me" he smirked and laid down between your thighs, wrapping his massive muscled arm around your thigh and he lifted your thigh with the other, spreading your legs as his tounge crashed into your clit.

The instant his tounge came into contact with your clit you let out a silent moan. He smirked while watching you as he licked your clit, you huffed as you grabbed the sheet and curled it into your fists.

He pushed a finger into you, as he was checking how tight you were. "you taste so good" he hummed as he licked and flicked his tounge onto your clit. "mmfh" he said as he was licking up all your juices, he thrusted one more finger into you. He curled his fingers up inside your entrance as he was massaging your g-spot. "toji" you moaned as you bended your back, he groaned and gripped you tighter.

"Fuck I want to fuck you so bad when you moan my name like that" he said as he watched you while thrusting his fingers hard into you, you grabbed your nipples and pinched hard.

"Fuck" he said in awe as he thrusted four fingers into you "toji" you moaned "I'm g-gonna cum I-If you keep d-doing that" you managed to say between deep breaths, he groaned as he sucked and licked your clit.

You gasped silently and curled your toes as he thrusted his fingers harder into you. "Fuck" you managed to breathe only to feel your entire body feel electrified with arousal. You panted as he kept thrusting "Cum into my mouth, princess" he groaned as he licked and sucked, thrusting his fingers even harder into you. "Toji" you moaned and climaxed loudly.

He leaned up and smirked at you as he cleaned off your juices and tasted the remains on his fingers. "mmfh" he hummed, "so sweet" he hummed.

You panted as you looked up at him "please" you moaned you managed to say "please what?" he smirked and crawled over you. He grabbed his length and grinded into your folds, teasing you.

"Please kiss me, fuck me, choke me or do whatever you want with me" you flirted and leaned up to kiss him, you laid down onto the pillow and could see him smirking "be carefull of what you wish for" he said as he smacked his hard dick onto your clit making you wince.

He kissed you as he pushed his dick inside you slowly "Fuck youre tight" he huffed "breathe for me, princess" he said as he grabbed your chin "do it" he said as he stopped moving his hips.

You breathed calmly "good girl" he purred as he moved his hips, rolling them as he pushed deeper. You could feel his massive dick stretching your walls, you breathed just like he said as you tried to take in his length. "Fuck" you moaned as he thrusted out fast and rolled his hips, pushing his length slowly inside you.

He smirked as he felt he was getting addicted watching you fucked out on his big dick. He let out huffs and smirked as he began to snap his hips and thrust faster into you.

You panted as you could feel his length all up to your stomach, "fuck" you moaned and tried to breathe, you gripped his arms and dugg in your claws hard against his skin while letting out a loud moan.

He couldnt hold back anymore "Fuck y/n" he wrapped his hands around your neck as he kissed you. He pinned you down under him.

You swallowed hard as you felt you were finally kinda used to his size, the movement of his hips began to bring more and more pleasure. causing you to be a moaning mess, unable to think or talk.

He smirked as he changed the rythum and snapped his hips and began to thrust hard into you, his speed was fast as you had to hold your hands around him.

He held you tight, clapping his hips hard into you, pinning you down like he was going feral. You moaned uncontrollably as you digged your claws onto his back.

He panted and groaned shamelessly loud as he thrusted hard you. You gasped silently, feeling your chest heave and your gspot tingling like crazy.

"cum on my dick, soak my sheets" he purred into your ear, the heat from his breath sent you over the edge. you climaxed "Fuck" you moaned as you squirted, "fuck" he groaned, feeling your wet juice squelching as he thrusted hard into you sending him over the edge, he groaned as he pulled out and climaxed onto your stomach.

He collapsed down beside you as he exhaled deeply, he rolled over and looked down onto where you just climaxed and smirked.

You panted as you laid there completely drained and fucked out from his massive cock. "you ok?" he asked, you nodded and tried to breathe calmly, getting a hold of yourself.

He stood up out of the bed "just lie here, I will find something to clean you up with" you looked at him confused, was he really going to go out naked? He picked up his pants from the floor and found his phone

"but-" before you could finish your sentence "Everyone has left, its 4 in the morning" you looked up at him shocked "what? we have had sex-" he smirked and finished your sentence "4 hours" He chuckled and opened the door wide as he disapeared, you instantly covered yourself up with the duvet.

He came back with a towl and closed the door behind him. He didn't even try to cover himself up at all.

you tried to comprehend of how long you've been going at it but came to the conclusion that time flies when youre dumbfucked on Toji's massive cock.

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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the way I RANNNN when I saw that you’re open for requests!!!!

can i request List B + touch + Daniel Ricciardo please!! thank you!!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Night at the Movies

Summary: Daniel finally agreed to go to the movies with you. But what happens when you and him are the only two people in the theatre? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 1,914 - ONE SHOT! Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult material, adult language, fingering, oral male receiving Images : Pinterest

List : B List Prompt : Touch "Our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting"

After getting your tickets and snacks, you found the right screen and you let Daniel pick the seats. Usually you went for a position in the middle – for no particular reason – but Daniel was a back row sort of guy. He delighted in having his pick of the place and swore the back row was the best row because there was extra legroom. Which you didn’t believe and made no sense but you went along with it. You plonked yourself down in a seat beside him and instantly felt flooded with happiness you were here with him. The urge took over you and you turned toward him and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “What’s that for?” “Just because.” You didn’t want to get too soppy about it. You had already done enough of that when he agreed to come a few hours ago. He eyed you suspiciously before flicking a piece of his sweet popcorn in your direction, which made you laugh loudly.

As the screen lit up into action and the first trailer began to play Daniel’s hand found your thigh and he squeezed it comfortingly. You snuggled your cheek against his shoulder and you felt so content you could burst. After the next following trailer lead into the certification slide before the movie, Daniel turned his head to face you. “Babe, we’re the only ones here.” He muttered in a hush voice – which was ironic as there was no one else in the theatre to annoy by speaking full volume. You joked you hope that meant the movie wasn’t a flop but that wasn’t exactly where Daniel’s mind went to. He said your name softly before he turned even more toward you.

“What are you doing?” You found yourself asking as soon as Daniel’s lips found their familiar position under you ear upon the flesh of your neck. “Trying to turn you on, is it working?” At that precise moment you felt Daniel’s hand slowly run up the inside of your thigh. He only stopped because you grabbed his wrist. “Here? Someone could walk in. We could get in trouble.” That was exactly what was turning him on. The fact the pair of you could get caught doing something you really shouldn’t be doing in a public place. Actually, the sheer fact it was Daniel suggesting it surprised you. He had never shown any inclination at enjoying public sex before. He was so paranoid that time you gave him a blowjob on his balcony in Monaco and you were sure he didn’t really enjoy that other time you begged him to fuck you against the window of the hotel suite window in NYC. So now – while his hand finally finished its accent – you couldn’t help but flash him a shocked look. “Come on…it’ll be fun.” “What if we get caught?” “Then we’ll go to jail.” His sudden (and unexpected) horniness flicked a switch inside of you. He didn’t need to plead his case too much. You were so hot for your boyfriend that (if it were legal) you would blow him in the middle of the street and fuck him in the middle of the paddock.

You were ready to tell him to continue when he motioned toward his crotch. His light lilac coloured sweats were doing nothing to hide the very obvious erection that was growing inside. The light colour really did absolutely nothing to conceal how excited he had made himself at the thought of indulging in something so risky with you. But just at you spent your time focusing on it Daniel pulled the corded waist tie on your own sweatpants (his own brand none the less) and he opened them enough to slip his hand inside. At first you were more shocked than anything else but the feeling of his long, soft fingers glide up and down your folds soon made you forget it. A stifled gasp left your mouth as your eyes squeezed shut. Daniel knew he was good with his hands and knew he didn’t have to work too hard to get you off. He knew what came you come and reduce you to a shivering mess. As his fore and middle fingers found your sensitive bundle of nerves and pressed down harshly, you let out a louder pleasurable moan which made you immediately glance around the empty darkness to make sure there was no one else there with you, lurking in a pitch black corner but there was no one.

“This is too risky, Daniel.” You managed to croak out as his fingers ground against your clit. Your thighs said the opposite to what your mouth was doing and fell further open to give him more access. “Do you want me to stop?” The circles his fingers were making increased in pace and you lunged to grab his wrist to keep it exactly where it was. The action sent a warning tremble through your thighs and you bit your bottom lip to hush your moans.

It only took him a few minutes of quick, unrelenting touching to have you convulsing in the seat as the orgasm he provided you with tore through your body. Daniel never took his eyes off you. He enjoyed the look of pleasure he was able to give you. He loved watching you come undone because of him and now, as you were supposed to be watching the movie before you, he was more interested in the theatrics you were putting on due to him. Your chest heaved heavily as you came down off your high while Daniel slowly removed his hand from inside of your sweats. Your head tilted toward him and the smile plastered on your face told him exactly what he needed to know, you were prepared to repay the favour.

Daniel readjusted himself in his seat. Pulling down his own sweats and boxers as he did so. His hips and the tops of his thighs were exposed – along with his magnificent member which was now standing to attention waiting on you – just enough that if he had to cover up he could do so with ease. But as the movie progressed no one had come in yet. Which was actually a good thing as Daniel was quite vocal when you blew him. You were still on the come down of your own high, your panties soaked through. A sneak twinge here and there still snuck around your body as you tied your hair back so you could do exactly what Daniel was expecting you too. But just before you did his hand grabbed the side of your neck and pulled your lips to his. His kiss was strong and commanding (as usual). You were almost loosing yourself in it when he pulled back and whispered; “I love you” against your lips. It made you smile but you decided to save your response until after you had finished what you were dying to do.

Daniel’s cock was nearly as thick as it was long and just like his hands, throbbing veins pulsed away under the sensitive skin. Your tongue darted out and swirled around his purpling tip. Tasting his silky, salty pre-cum as you gathered it up on your tongue. Daniel bucked his hips up unconsciously as you closed your mouth around him and slowly began taking him – what you couldn’t manage due to your angle you worked with your hand. Daniel moaned as you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking on him strongly. You heard a mumbled “fuck” fall from his lips before another groan. You knew the underside of his tip was the most sensitive so made sure to pay attention to it. Your knowledge of how he liked it didn’t go unnoticed as he swiftly wrapped your ponytail around his hand before placing that large perfect hand (the same one that had been inside of your panties only moments prior) on the back of your head and moved you rhythmically up and down on himself. You moaned against him, letting him know you were enjoying it. Drool dribbled down your chin as you felt him begin to twitch in your mouth. The grip he had on your head became tighter and the muscles in his lower stomach did too. He always told you you had a strong head game you actually enjoyed giving him this level of pleasure. Daniel swore again and bucked his hips up once more. He was so close and he knew you knew it. He muttered another “fuck, I love you” right as his high hit him and he began to cum in your mouth. You swallowed everything he gave you. You enjoyed the taste. It warmed you up inside knowing you were the only one to taste him like this. Once you were sure he was done you pulled him out of your mouth with a` loud pop. The look of adoration on his face was the first thing you were met with and you felt a buzz from the risky nature of what you had just done.

“I love you, too.” You smiled and Daniel’s thumb collided with your bottom lip as he wiped away some of the drool that had spilled from your mouth while he had been inside of it.

You were tucked under Daniels arm as you walked out of the movie theatre together. The night had really set in while you had been there and the sky was now pitch dark. He had already told you that the movie was shit and you had to agree with him. “Perhaps because we missed the beginning?” You raised an eyebrow and he did nothing but smile broadly. It was a memory the pair of you would be able to look back on fondly for a very long time but your boyfriend had evidently started recalling it already. “Every time I took a bit of popcorn I could taste you on my fingers.” You gasped at his dirty revelation and playfully hit him in the stomach but decided to join him at his own game.

“Well the car park is also empty, if you fancy round two in the car?” You winked as you reached the truck he had driven you both there in. In the moments he silently stared at you you could tell he was trying to work out if you were serious or not and all you could do was laugh. He had no idea what he ignited in you now he seemed to be on board with some smutty public behaviour.

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modern-gremlin · 2 months

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HALEY x PENNY (Movie Poster Concept)

Inspired by @lily-alphonse's Haley x Penny Rarepair Idea! "Are you sure this is right? I feel like I look like Granny Evelyn on a bad back day..." Penny protests, her back contorting into shape. "No... like chest out, neck up..." Haley directs, looking through the viewfinder, "Good... chin a little higher." Penny sighs and adjusts herself according to instructions, still apprehensive but she's trusted Haley implicitly this far. Why stop now? She thinks to herself. The sun was quickly dipping below the horizon – Haley knew she needed to take the shot fast. That was the beauty of photography; capturing a fleeting moment, a split-second that'll never happen again. The sunlight crests over the ocean, casting a bright beam onto Penny's face, golden light filtering through the copper strands. With a deft flick of her finger, the shutter sounds. "Yes! That's it... hang on. Let me see..." Haley looks into the small screen of her camera, flipping through her shots and suddenly, it's like a shutter sounds in her ears and she's frozen in place. For a moment there's silence – not like the ones that have become a comfortable norm over the past few weeks. She simply had no words to say. "Well... how did it turn out?" Penny asks, fiddling with the hem of her dress, "Did I do well?" She looks at the blond, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Haley blinks a few times, trying to shake the flush away from her face but it stays. Swallowing thickly, she musters the only two words can conjure, "... You're perfect."

Read Lily's posts for rarepairs bc they're great. I saw a reference photo on Pinterest that felt so Penny coded but if Penny got a makeover. Then, what do I find?! Lily has written a rarepair idea for it. I imagine would be the part of the movie where Penny gets a makeover from Haley and Haley takes her to the beach to take a few shots. Penny's shy at first, asking for reassurance while Haley directs the shot. The idea is to post it on social media to celebrate her newfound look, but as Haley looks at it, she knows she's in too deep.

Ramble below the cut!

holy hell okay finally, here's the piece that's been wracking my brain. here's a why it was a struggle: I've been trying to find a way of combining my digital painting style to my drawing style. it's been breaking me out of my comfort zone and it hurts!!! but, I like how it turned out. Perhaps I'll do a Haley one next bc I love her sm.

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joelslegalwhre · 1 year

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"Stop flirting." "Then stop teasing." | Dieter Bravo x f!reader

word count // 2k

pairing // dieter bravo x fem!reader

summary // You're interviewing Dieter for his new movie, and no matter how many years you've been together - recently married too - he loves to flirt with you like the first time you've met.

warnings // age gap (reader is in late 20s, Dieter in his 50s but only mentioned once), Dieter flirting needs a warning, fluff, reader and Dieter are married, Dieters mind is pure smut who's surprised, allusions to smut, reader wears a dress and gets her nails done, use of the word "Daddy" like once (don't read it if you don't like it), use of nicknames (baby -like a hundred times, peach), also little disclaimer; I'm reading smut like my life depends on it but I've never properly written it so bare with me pls, not proofread

a/n // I saw a TikTok for this a while ago about Pedro (the account is pedritolovesu) and got super excited to write a little something for Dieter with it.. so have fun y'all

I'm a whore for age gaps, sorry not sorry

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the gif is by a7estrellas (I found it on Pinterest)

"First of all, thank you for your time, Dieter." You started the interview. "It’s my pleasure." He answered with his signature grin, his fingers playing with the ring on his finger.

"Tell me, what was your favorite part about filming the new Cliff Beasts movie?"

"Oh, there are a few," Dieter began to tell some stories from the set, stories you already knew about, because he had told you all of them right after they happened. Calling you late at night, during the day, or sometimes just right after you woke up.

Interviewing Dieter was still something you found a little strange, but in a good way.

It didn’t happen often, but when it did, work felt a little less like actual work. When Dieter was there, it was easier, and you instantly felt like you’re home again.

Today, it was just the two of you, no co-stars or other interviewers. Which also meant, no distractions from the looks Dieter gave you.

"Well, that sure sounds like a lot of fun." You smiled at him, when he had finished, "Oh it was." He grinned, but his eyes never left your lips once when he spoke.

You tried to give him a warning look that said "stop it, concentrate", but you already knew it would do nothing to stop Dieter.

The interview went on for a little longer, you asked him some fan questions you had gotten before the interview for him, which Dieter all answered perfectly.

His flirting didn’t stop though. His eyes couldn��t stop wandering between your lips and your eyes, and the subtle winks weren’t as subtle as he thought. „Stop it, Bravo.“ You whispered in a short break, while the crew was angling the camera for another shot.

"Stop teasing me and I might." He threw you an air kiss, jokingly, making you chuckle.

Not everyone knew that you were married to Dieter Bravo, although it was pretty obvious when you were in situations like this one. And your last name didn’t hide the fact either.

Dieter managed to keep most of your relationship from the public. But of course the majority of people, especially his fans, knew. And there was nothing wrong with that, you didn’t want to hide anything. It was just nice to have some privacy then and there, so you didn’t make a big fuss about it.

The first time rumors had reached the media that Dieter Bravo was off the market, you had already been dating for almost a year. And the real shocker wasn’t the obvious age gap, with Dieter being twice your age, but the fact that he dated someone for longer than a month.

"Sorry guys, the camera just stopped working, one second. Sorry, Dieter." Your camera man said all of a sudden. „Oh shit, okay.“ You nodded in surprise. "Yeah, no problem man." Dieter assured him. Not a second later, some of the crew was back around Dieter, to freshen him up.

When he took something out of his pocket that suspiciously looked like the small box, he had his "drugs on the go" -how he liked to call them- in, you raised your eyebrows and shook your head, "No. Definitely not here". Dieter was down bad for you, and literally did anything that would please you, so to the obvious surprise of some crew members, he stuffed the box back into his pocket with a sigh.

"Fine, fine."

"You know I don’t care, but not at work. Please?" you gave him your best pout, you knew he couldn’t say no to.

"Yeah, yeah okay, baby." Dieter looked up at the guy who was relatively new to the team that always surrounded Dieter.

What was his name again? He couldn’t remember.

"Happy wife, happy life. Isn’t that the shit they say?" He shrugs and goes on, "I’ll do what my girl wants. No one can tell me shit, but you bet she can."

The expression on the guy’s face changed from surprised to confused and then surprised again, making you giggle quietly. "Oh, you’re married?" He asked, eyebrows raised. Dieter shot him a lopsided grin, "Heck yes, we are." Dieters eyes locked with yours and you couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. There was nothing that made you as happy as knowing you’re married to him, his drug problems aside, being Mrs. Bravo was so different to anything you had imagined as a little girl. And you loved it.

"Alright, cameras are working again, guys." The camera man announced, and the crew quickly left the two of you alone again.

As the interview went on, you asked Dieter some more questions about the new movie, how shooting under quarantine was for him - horrible, he had called you what feels like a hundred times a day, whining about being alone and horny- and if there were any new movies coming up with him. Dieter answered everything you wanted to know, giving the fans some insights into the film and little sneak peaks. One being a short scene, which was currently playing on a little screen next to you. Later on, the video would be seen during the interview clips, but the screen was for you to know when to go on with the interview.

Dieter had other plans, though. He didn’t pay an ounce of attention to what was playing on the screen, his attention on your nails instead.

"Did you get your nails done?" He asked, leaning forward to hold your hand and inspect your new set of nails.

He had only seen you when he fell into bed, the night before. He didn’t usually come home as late as he did yesterday, but the press tour has really been "kicking his balls", to quote him. So you must have gotten them done either yesterday or today, there hasn’t been a time Dieter didn’t notice a new set of nails. Not once.

"Yesterday, after work." You softly smiled, showing Dieter the nails. So he was right. "They match the ring." He gave you one of his cocky grins. "That was the intention." You grinned back at him. Neither of you had noticed that the video was long over, and the camera was back on the two of you. Faces inches apart and both of you with a stupidly content smile on your faces. "They look fucking amazing, baby." He said, almost whispering in awe. "Thank you, Dee."

"Uhm, guys." someone from the crew cleared their throat. Your head shot up, and you quickly slid back into the position you had before.

"Oh my- sorry, sorry,"

Dieter leaned back in his chair and grinned at you, again. And as much as you wanted to keep professional, you had to smile at him too.

"You should see her nails, they match our rings." Dieter said straight into one of the cameras, a cocky grin on his lips once again. You shook your head with a little giggle. So much for being professional.

"So, back to the movie, as we could all see right now, it’s very promising." You went on, trying to act like you didn’t just want to grab Dieter’s hand and drag him to your car. Driving straight home, laying next to him in bed, nice and warm, cuddled up in his arms.

Only a few more hours, you told yourself.

Dieter had to hold back like hell not to kiss you senseless in front of the crew members. He’s had a shit ton of media work today already, now that you were his last interview of the day -only some minor things to do afterwards- his mood has changed for the better, drastically.

He wanted to throw you over his shoulder -hell, he starts to think like a fucking caveman- carry you out of here and rip that fucking dress off of you. He’d even be fine with cuddling, anything that involved having you close to him. Although he wouldn’t quite be himself, if he wouldn’t also think about dragging you to the next empty room and fuck your brains out right now.

Dieter was down bad for you, and -a thing he never thought was possible for him- it only got ‚worse‘ when the two of you got married. Calling you Mrs.Bravo for the first time had him almost come in his jeans.

The interview was finally done, and you got up from your chair to get rid of all the mics and cables.

"Do you know when you’re coming home today?" You asked Dieter, back still turned to him, untangling a cable that got stuck in the chair somehow. "Hopefully fucking soon." He’s had enough of behaving, he desperately needed to feel you, even if it was just a quick kiss, his cock already painfully hard in his jeans.

"You look fucking beautiful today, baby. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen." Dieter whispered in your ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist, as he pressed your back against his chest. "Well, thank you, but I’m still working, you know." You chuckled, joking with him. You couldn’t care less that you were at work right now, and Dieter knew you well enough to know.

"Yeah, working pretty hard, interviewing your husband in that tease of a dress, baby."

You grinned, the dress was one of his favorites, and it showed enough skin without being too exposing to wear it for work.

"You know I fucking love it." He whispered, so only you could hear it. "Really? I had no idea, Bravo." You teased him with a grin, turning your head to see his face.

You could feel his stubble on your cheek as he got even closer to your ear and pressed you tighter to his body. "Can you feel what you do to be, baby? I’ll rip that fucking dress up the second we’re home." His bulge was pressing against your lower back, and your body immediately reacted to it.

"I thought you loved it? Wouldn’t wanna ruin it, would you?" You kept teasing him, feeling his grip on your waist tighten. "Don’t challenge me, baby."

"Or what?" You looked at him with a spark in your eyes. He nuzzled his nose in the nook between your neck and shoulder. You closed your eyes at the feeling, stopping a moan from escaping your lips. "Or I’ll take your cute ass to that storage room right now and let everyone hear how good your husband treats you." He said with a low groan, sending vibrations through your whole body, straight to your core.

It took you every inch of will power you had left, not to make a head start to that damn storage room down the hall. You could feel the wetness pool in your panties.

Instead, you turned around in his embrace and slung your arms around his neck. Playing with the strands of his now almost salt and pepper hair, you got on your tiptoes, brushing his lips with your own. "I’ll be waiting for you at home, Daddy." It elected another groan out of Dieter, his eyes closed, probably imagining what he’d do to you later.

You gave him another soft kiss, and caressed his cheek, running your finger down bis jawline. "I’d do something about that, if I were you." You smugly grinned at Dieter's noticeable bulge in his pants. "I’d be careful what to say, peach." He muttered into your ear. Oh, you couldn’t wait to get home.

Everyone had left the room by now, leaving the two of you behind.

"I love you." you whispered, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. There was no more joking in your voice. No more teasing.

"I love you too, baby." Dieter pressed his forehead against yours and his nose gently nudged against your own. "I love you." He repeated and closed the little gap between you. You smiled into the kiss, letting your hands wander from his soft tummy to his back.

"I can’t fucking wait to get home." Dieter grunted out between kisses.

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: One Night {One-Shot}****

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, SMUT, 18+ Content, Filth, Mild Dom Behavior/Antics, Oral: Female & Male Receiving, Backdoor Play, Bondage, Very Mild Degradation,

Words: 13k 😳🥴 (My bad)

Summary: After attending yours and Lewis’ mutual friends' engagement party, he takes you home.

Note: Looks like I’m still going through this Lewis tunnel. Here’s another one for your guys. I hope you enjoy it!

Note II: This one has some content in it that may not suite everyone’s taste. I felt like pressing some boundaries and said why the hell not. If it’s not your cup of tea, that’s okay, scroll on by. READ THE WARNINGS.

***YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CHOOSE TO ABSORBE. NOT ME!***

As always, thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Images NOT my own courtesy of Pinterest***

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Screams erupted all around you and even in your overly inebriated state your body perked up just like all your friends’. From the beat drop they were on their feet climbing onto the furniture in the club waving their hands through the air.

“Your days of singing this are over,” Mason shouted to Camina, one of your friends and his fiancée.

She rolled her eyes but still kept dancing as if he hadn’t muttered a word.

“He’s right. You feelin’ him heavy,” you added.

“You know what else heavy? That rock on her finger.”

Camina must have been tired of hearing it because when the lyrics started, she was the loudest one, “You thought I was feelin’ you, nah!”

You threw your head back and laughed. They loved to go back and forth like this and tease one another. You knew they’d have a happy marriage. As everyone around you lost their minds to “Munch” you joined in rapping along like it was your track and not Ice Spice’s. When your foot slipped off the stool you knew this was how you died but instead of a collision with the floor or the edge of a table cracking your spine in two, strong arms wrapped you tight then lifted you.

You recognized the scent before you saw their face. Lewis.

“Come on, Y/N. This really how you want to die?”

You smiled up at him, pinching your tongue between your teeth.

“Me die? How when my guardian angel always has my back?”

You caught his jaw in your hands and squeezed sending his lips pouting out.

“Shots!”

Your eyes widened hearing Tamara announce a new round.

“Shots,” you squealed as you tried to get free from Lewis’ arms.

He didn’t let you go though he kept you snug in what you now realized was his lap.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

You pouted and within seconds your eyes watered. “No, please. Lewis.”

“Those fake tears won’t work on me. It’s creepy how you can just cry on demand.”

You didn’t reply, you just stared into his eyes with your signature “lil’ baby” eyes. Puss in Boots could never, you had this on lock. Slowly but surely, you watched Lewis’ composure crumble and like everyone else who’d ever been prey to the eyes, he caved.

“Fuck! fine.”

You smiled, rolled your eyes to the back of your head and rapidly blinked a few times. When you looked back at him your eyes were tear free. He looked utterly disgusted with you.

“Creepy,” he repeated.

You climbed off his lap and straitened your dress. “You say creepy I say talented.”

As you took a few steps away from him you looked back at him over your shoulder, “I’m a baddie I get what I want,” you said then winked before dipping into the middle of the circle comprised of all your female friends. He was probably right; you probably had reached your limit for the night, but you didn’t see the harm in one or three more shots.

One or three more shots turned to six and the next thing you knew you were sitting in the passenger side of Lewis’ fancy car that was barely street legal. The lights of the city zipped by the window creating nothing but a trail of light as if you were traveling at warp speed. It was beautiful. Every few seconds you heard the gears change as he maneuvered the stick shift between your seats and that sound was what brought your eyes over to him.

He sat in the driver’s seat so comfortably as if that was the place be belonged. Hell, it definitely was. He’d found his knack early in life and had made an empire off it. All he’d accomplished thus far was nothing short of incredible. He was a legend, and he deserved every bit of praise he received. Again, Lewis shifted the stick and heavy click, click it made sent a smile across your face. You stared at his hands noting every vein that had made an appearance as he clutched the rounded top. His hands always looked so strong and when you thought about it, you guessed they had to be.

You slowly moved your eyes along his forearm up to where his long sleep shirt was now rolled up. When you made it to his eyes, you found them on you. His mouth was moving but you didn’t hear any words. You shook your head as if to clear the fog in your brain and focused.

“Told you you’d had enough. Now you’re fucked up.”

“I am not fucked up. I am just slightly—inebriated.”

The look Lewis gave you made you snort.

“You’re so fucked up.”

The track that came on had you cranking it all the way up. He didn’t bother objecting instead he sang along with you.

“We gon’ fuck up the night!”

As he changed lanes and got into the zone you both sang and danced as if neither of you had a care in the world. It was perfect and one of the things you loved about hanging out with him. It was always a good time. It didn’t matter what you were doing.

By the time you got to your loft, you were even higher than when you’d left the club. That’s how it always was around Lewis. You fed off his energy and vibe and it was the same with him. When Lewis placed you on the long couch in your living room you moaned and snuggled deeper into the suede material.

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-Lewis-

“No, don’t get comfortable, let’s get you to bed first.”

“Nooooo,” you whined in protest. “Here good.”

He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for a brief moment. He knew how you got when you were drunk. He was in for one hell of a time trying to get you to cooperate. “Come on Y/N don’t be a brat right now. It’s been a long night.”

“No. Here. Good.”

Sighing again, he decided what the hell and began unbuckling your heels.

“Why is it that I’m the one that is always roped into being your babysitter when you get shit faced?”

You giggled, “Because you’re such a big softie.”

You reached your hand out to cup his jaw again. “Yes, you are Mr. Softie, yes,” you baby talked.

You were adorable when you were like this which made it hard to get mad.

“I’m sorry. I always do this around you and I know it’s annoying, but I only feel comfortable enough with you to do this. I know I’m safe, I know you won’t let anything happen to me and you’ll respect me. I trust you.”

It felt like someone had just thrust baby fists into his gut. Oof, he thought as he stared over your face. Your eyes were closed as if you were dreaming about saying these things, but he knew you were awake.

“I’m glad you trust me, Y/N. It—it means a lot.”

Your eyes opened to slits and, but your smile was as wide as an open gorge. He couldn’t help but smile back. He wasn’t stupid, blind, or unfazed by you. He knew you were beautiful, knew you had unbelievable curves that were almost unreal to think was a blessing from the almighty, knew you had an amazing brain and a kind heart. He knew you were a beautiful and sexy woman, there was no denying that. He also knew he went out of his way to ignore all of it. Neither of you ever bullshitted the other and there were no falsities between you. He knew who you were and knew what you were incapable of. You liked your freedom as much as he liked his.

Suddenly you rolled off the couch onto the floor then sprang up in a disorganized stumble.

“I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

Your eyes were still closed as you nodded. He watched you reach for the sleeves of your dress that were draped off of your shoulders.

“Wha--.”

When he saw you trying to pull your arm free his mind stumbled. “Uh—Y/N?”

“Mmm?”

Seeing that wasn’t going to work, you bent and grabbed the hem of your dress and lifted.

“Woah,” he cried lunging for you then wrangling the material from your hands. “What are you doing?”

“It’s hot.”

“Hot? okay, I’ll turn on the air. Sit.”

He set you in the couch then walked to the wall where the central air unit was. It was already set to seventy-two, so he lowered it to sixty-five. When he turned back around you were again trying to peel off the dress.

“No! No. I turned it on. It’ll cool down soon.”

He had to plaster your hands to your sides to prevent you from trying again. Thankfully, the air turned on and within a few moments the living room chilled. Releasing a relieved breath, he slowly let go of your hands as he stood.

“Okay, want me to help you up the stairs to bed?”

You shook your head. “Here good.”

“Right, here good,” he repeated.

As he made a move to leave you grabbed his wrist stopping him in his tracks. When he met your eyes, they were so clear, almost luminescent in the dull light of the living room. He was unexpectedly frozen where he stood unable to move or breathe.

“Stay.”

“Stay?”

You nodded. “Keep me warm, I’m cold.”

You pulled him to you and if he didn’t have quick reflexes, he would have fallen right on top of you. Instead, he braced himself on the back of the couch preventing any contact.

“You just said you were hot. I turned on the air.”

You were now leaned on the back of the couch looking up into his eyes. “I’m cold.”

The angle he was at gave him an overhead view of you. It was a view he’d never seen before. You kept your eyes on his but right now he saw nothing in them. It was like you were looking through him or seeing something that was deep beneath his surface. Before his brain could go any further down this rabbit hole of thought, he pushed off the couch and stalked to the thermostat. You whined the entire time, but he ignored you and turned it to seventy-five.

“There, seventy-five. You’ll warm up soon.”

He walked back to the couch and took up one of the throw blankets there and draped it around your shoulder. He stooped in front of you and rubbed your arms hoping the friction warmed you soon. When you hummed softly, he knew it was working.

“I’m thirsty. Can I have water?”

After an exhale he nodded. You were trying his last nerve. It was always like this. Once he was in the kitchen, he pulled a bottle of water out and brought it back to you with the cap off. After a few gulps you sighed.

“Can I have the pain meds in the bathroom cabinet?”

“Yep.”

Knowing the way, he trudged through your unconventional loft to the bathroom on the first floor. He slowly rifled through the pills there noting how many new types of sleep aids he saw. You’d always had problems sleeping. Sometimes he’d even have to stay on the phone with you talking until you fell asleep. If that didn’t work and he was in town he’d have you come over to his place where you stayed up all night playing video games or watching movies. He made a mental note to talk to you about it another day.

When his hand found the bottle, his eyes found something else entirely. He stood there for a few seconds as he allowed his thoughts to wander. When he was capable of moving again, he reached for the gold and purple device. Taking it in hand, he pressed the button, and the buzz brought it to life.

“Jesus.”

He should have put it back right then, but he pressed it a few more times wanting to see how much power it had and after five presses he was impressed. Before he could wonder what setting you preferred, he put it back where he found it and walked back out to you. He found you right where he left you.

“Y/N, you do know that anyone who uses someone else’s bathroom always snoops through the medicine cabinet, right?”

“Okay.”

“Okay? Anyone can see that thing and anyone with half a brain will know what it is.”

You snorted. “I don’t give a shit if anyone knows I use a vibrator. Hell, I have one stashed in just about every room in here. Never know when the urge will come and you gotta have a quick solution.”

He cotched on the arm of the leather armchair diagonal from you and shook his head. As he watched you down the pills and water, he peeped some of it cascade down the front of your dress, drenching it. You sprang up gasping.

“Fuck!”

“It’s okay. It’s just water,” he appeased.

“Cold.”

Hearing that word, he leapt up. “I’ll get you something dry.”

Without thinking, he beelined to the bathroom again and grabbed the robe behind the door. Before he made his way back, he took a beat and a few breaths. He had to get out of here—now. When he turned the corner back to you, there you stood in the path to the front door in your underwear.

“Shit!”

Instinctively his eyes wanted to roam your flesh, but he fought with everything in him to keep his eyes above her nose. If he thought this last season was hard, he would gladly take it again over this situation.

“Don’t be silly Lewis, you can look.

“No. Nope, I can’t.”

“Wow, am I that ugly to you? Is my body so bad that you can’t look at me?”

“What?!”

For a second his eyes dipped lower to your collar, then right back to your eyes. “No, that’s not it.”

“Then what?”

“I just don’t want to cross a line.”

“You won’t. It’s just like a bikini.”

Another scoff escaped him. He couldn’t believe this. “It’s not. I’m gonna—uh—gonna go.”

With that, he walked in a circle around you being careful to keep his head turned away from you while keeping a wide distance between you both. You didn’t move or make any attempts to stop him, and he was relieved. When he was a few steps to the door he heard the jingling of keys that stopped him in his tracks.

“Forgetting something?”

“God,” he muttered under his breath.

This was not what he needed right now, a drunk, half naked, mischievous and bratty you holding on to his keys. You’d never give them back willingly.

“Toss ‘em,” he said without turning around. He prayed you did what he asked, prayed you made this easy for him.

“Come and get ‘em.”

Dropping his head back, he sighed. He should have known. He’d seen plenty of signs you were probably a baby masochist so it shouldn’t have been out of character for you to enjoy inflicting pain on others. That part of you spoke to that part of him. Balling his fists, he gulped realizing his throat was drier than his exhaust pipe after a race.

Just then he felt something drape over his head and your scent engulfed him. This Burberry was your signature scent. He’d come to associate you with it and whenever he smelled it you came to mind. When he pulled the item off his head, his gut clenched when he realized it was a sky-blue lace bra. The same sky-blue lace bra that he’d seen for the millisecond it took him to register your state of undress. In the same moment the realization hit him of how you stood there now. When he turned it felt like he’d ran face first into a brick wall. You stood there in only your tiny blue lacy underwear that looked closer to string. Fighting his eye muscles and brain, because they were clearly separate entities that had their own wants, he focused them on your face.

“This isn’t a game--.”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

His eyes bugged then. “Fun? Y/N, this isn’t funny. You’re drunk.”

“I’m still consenting,” you calmly replied before you took a step toward him.

“You can’t consent, you’re drunk.”

He watched you take yet another step to him and he swore he felt his body being pulled toward you like you and he were AB particles being attracted like magnets.

“How about we leave the determinations of me being drunk up to me?”

You took one more step.

“I—consent.”

You stood there looking him in the eye with not an ounce of fear or hesitation. This was the look of a woman who knew what she was saying. You may have been drunk but you were coherent. His head dropped down to look at the floor. It was the only safe place to look. Just as he was beginning to ask himself where any of this was coming from, you lifted your foot for another step.

“Stop!”

Now he was looking right at you and damn it his peripheral was took seconds too long to blur out your nakedness. you smirked.

“Now that I have your full attention--.”

You spun in a slow circle giving him a full view and boy did his eyes view. They took it all in. Fuck you were indescribably gorgeous. Every single inch of you was made to tease. The curve of your hips made his palms itch to grasp them. The hardened points of your nipples had his mouth watering. Tightening his fists, he swallowed and raised his eyes back to yours.

You cocked your head to the side and frowned ever so slightly, “Still nothing. Huh. Okay.”

You then hooked your thumbs into the waists of the string you wore and pulled them off.

“Holy fuck,” he exclaimed as he snapped his head to the side.

Seconds later, the garment slid to his feet and like the action of a machete hacking into the husk of a coconut to open it, his self-restraint took a major blow. He could feel the heaviness between his legs increasing with each passing moment.

“Wh—what—why--,” he stuttered out unable to speak or think up a sentence.

“I’m horny.”

He knew his eyes were wider now. “You’re horny?”

“And you’re here,” you finished.

He could have laughed. You’d always been blunt and often liked to cut straight to the point. He loved that about you. No one had to guess or assume where they stood with you or what you were thinking at any given time. You freely let your thoughts and opinions out not caring how you were perceived. He respected that and it made you hella sexy.

After a sigh, he spoke, “Y/N, it’s not a good idea.”

“It’ll be fine. One night. One night where I do every nasty, filthy, kinky, slutty, thing you can think of to you and you do every single thing you want, doesn’t matter what to me. One night of no thoughts, no inhibitions, no shoulds, or shouldn’ts. Nothing but pure fucking and screaming.

As he slowly registered your words while trying to not look over your naked body, he found it difficult to think. his body was rapidly reacting to your words.

“And after?”

“We move on.”

You must have seen his brow arch. Your soft laughter filled the foyer. “Look, I’m under no delusions when it comes to you Lew. I see you and you see me. Neither of us have ever had to hide with one another.”

You began your steps toward him again.

“Take one more step and I can’t be held accountable for what happens next,” he warned, making sure every bit of seriousness came through in his voice. He could hear the strain of the words and knew you heard it too. You knew just how tightly wound he was right now. The wide smile on your face said it all.

“Promise?”

Long moments passed with the two of you just staring at each other. No more words were needed. It was either going down or not. You rested your hands on your hips poking one out accentuating those deadly curves and he lost the battle with his brain. His eyes slowly roamed your body taking in every single detail and inch. When his eyes stopped at the trove at the apex of your thighs his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. It was going down.

~~~~~~

-Y/N-

In seconds, both of you closed the space between you colliding your bodies and smashing your lips against each other’s. As soon as your nakedness brushed against the rough material of his clothing you groaned. Lewis’s moan evaporated on your lips as his tongue swirled with yours in a way that took your breath right from your lungs. Holy hell, the man could really kiss. The hunger rolling off of him matched yours and soon the foyer was filled with both of your eager moans.

The warmth of Lewis’ hand on at your spine made you press more firmly against him, but you were met with more rough material. Groaning, you peeled off his leather jacket and allowed it to drop to the floor. Wasting no time, you moved to his button-down shirt and rapidly made your way through the buttons. Just when you thought you’d made it to skin you groaned finding a men’s undershirt.

“Fuck, so many layers!”

Lewis snorted, pulled away and peeled the shirt over his head. The move was quick and smooth and a few moments later he’d captured your lips once again. He backed you to the nearest wall and pressed your back against it making you feel the definition of his chest and abs.

“Mmmmm!”

He tore his lips from yours and trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. The goosebumps that littered your skin only intensified the desire you felt for him. This was new considering you’d never done anything like this throughout your entire friendship, but it felt like the easiest thing in the world. Your brain didn’t hesitate, neither did your body.

“Oh, fuck,” you mewled once you felt Lewis’ lips latch onto your weak spot.

No other words followed because the nip of his teeth sent sparks through you and directly to your sex. You grabbed at his waist and pulled him closer needing to feel more of him. Understanding what you needed, Lewis reached around you and grabbed onto your ass, squeezing while he pulled your flush against his hardening member. You whine, giving him the opening to press his lips to yours again.

This kiss was more heated, than the last. This one spoke of urgency, desperation, excitement, need and ruin. Lewis flicked his tongue against yours fighting with it coaxing you to play and play you did. The carnal sounds that filled the room fueled you both. Feeling the heavy and racing thuds of his heart beating against your bodice, it blended with yours and now your hearts were pounding as one. Your need was his, his desperation was yours and the burning need you felt was one he also felt.

It was so easy to get lost in the taste of his lips, of his mouth, his breath, so easy to stay here pressed on the wall with his hand squeezing your ass like it were a stress ball, but you needed too much. You bit his bottom lip hard but not hard enough to break skin. He groaned and thrusted his hips forward, spearing you and giving you a taste of what was in store for you.

“You feel incredible,” Lewis mumbled.

“Me?”

Your hand dropped to the front of his pants and rubbed. He was bigger than you’d imagined, and you couldn’t wait to see. Lewis dropped his head back and you watched his jaw slack as he released a breathy sigh. Smirking, you leaned to his ear then licked along his neck.

“The things I wanna do to you.”

“Tell me.”

“I wanna put my lips all over you, use my tongue to write my name, taste every single inch of—,” you paused and gripped him, “You.”

Lewis growled and in the blink of an eye he’d hoisted you into his arms and took off for the steps leading to your bedroom. With your legs wrapped around his waist you teased his neck and ear testing if they were as sensitive to touch as yours were. Every few steps, Lewis stopped moving seemingly getting lost in your touch and not trusting himself to maneuver movement and immersion at once. Once you made it to your door, he pressed you against the wall beside it sending his clothed arousal against your moistening cove.

Lewis grabbed your hands that were entangled at the nape of his neck then pressed them flat against the wall before he latched onto your neck again. As he teased you, whimper after whimper left you. Then when his lips found your breast. You fought against him needing to grip onto something. However, Lewis wasn’t having it. He laced his fingers with yours and kept them firmly against the wall.

His tongue flicked across your nipple, waking up the bundle of nerves making it harden within seconds. You realized then that he controlled your hands, but you still had some control. Bucking your hips, you rubbed your sex against him using his material covered bulge to find some relief. Lewis groaned then ground his hips into you, giving you what you needed tenfold and sending you over the edge. You squeezed your legs tighter around him as you allowed the waves of pleasure to gently ebb you to a mini orgasm. This release didn’t relieve anything, it only made things worse.

You could feel Lewis smiling against your breast and you knew then he’d done it on purpose.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet that pussy is for me through my pants,” he teased.

“Mmm, you should feel how wet it is for you.”

Your eyes met and the devilish smirk he gave you said it all. He planned on wearing you the fuck out. Lewis pushed your bedroom door open and walked inside as you kissed him. Before you could get carried away, he tossed you onto your bed. After a few bounces you looked to him and took in the sight of him standing at the foot of your bed in just his pants. The waistband of his boxer-briefs was peeking through making the sight of his defined abs that more enticing.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you tried to quell the urge to rush him and strip him bare.

“You have on too much clothes.”

Lewis’ eyes roamed over your body again and you decided to tease the fuck out of him. Laying back against your silk sheets, you spread your legs wide to show him the prize of the night. His groan echoed in the room. You peeked at him and saw you had his undivided attention. His eyes were glued to your sex as he rubbed his bearded chin.

“Such a pretty pussy.”

Slinking your hand lower, you used it to shield yourself from his view. The corner of his lips curled up almost as if he were snarling at you for the move. Oh, he was so easy to fuck with and you loved it.

“Plan on getting as naked as me? Or do you need some help?”

You watched him drop his hands to his pants and kept watching as he languidly unbuttoned them. Your patience was wearing thin by the time he’d unzipped. He knew how eager you were, and he was showing you that you weren’t the only one that could tease. When he finally pulled his pants down, he kept his underwear right where they were. After kicking them off, he fisted himself.

Unable to stop yourself you swirled the tips of your fingers against your clit and immediately regretted it. You needed much more than this. You easily got lost in the pleasure you brought yourself and when you brought your attention back to Lewis, you found him stroking himself. In your haze you hadn’t realized he’d discarded his underwear and was now before you in all his glory.

Your fingers stilled as you took him in. He was beautiful and hung beyond belief. Your mouth watered with anticipation. Pulling your hand back you watched his eyes follow your hand and when you looked at it you saw why. Your wetness coated your fingers making them glisten. Lewis closed his mouth over your fingers and sucked them clean moaning the entire time.

When Lewis pulled back you zeroed in on your prize.

“Mmm, a meal.”

You slid yourself so it was your head that was facing him. But before you could crawl to him Lewis reached over and grabbed your ankle.

“Not a chance.”

He pulled you, spinning you right back around onto your back then lower on the bed. Your legs were spread before him again only this time he was much closer.

“I get the first taste of the night.”

He hovered over you sending the chain he wore dangling above you. When he dopped down to kiss your lips, it was a slow, teasing one that set to the tone for what you knew was to come. Lewis kissed a trail down your body, taking his time to lick, suck and nibble your nipples. When he got to your stomach, his teeth grazed your flesh riding the fine line of pleasure and pain.

“You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you princess.”

It wasn’t a question. He spoke as if he knew. When you didn’t answer he bit harder right at your pelvis. The move sent your hips jerking up and your head angling back.

“Princess?”

His eyes met yours and you nodded obediently. He kissed the spot he’d bitten then trailed his large hands down your thighs and legs until he’d lifted them to hook over his broad shoulders. Looking down at him in this position you arched up onto your elbows and realized you’d had it wrong before. This was how you were going to die. The man looked like he was meant to be kneeling between your thighs. As soon as the thought sparked, Lewis dipped down and placed a perfect kiss against your clit.

The sound that came from you was closer to an inward breathy shriek than a gasp.

“Mmm, I love how you react to me.” He placed another kiss this time increasing the suction of his lips. “I love the sounds that my touch brings out.” When he went to kiss a third time you found your clit being sucked into his mouth as he sent you to the moon.

You clamped your thighs around his head, arched your back and allowed the bliss to take you. Lewis didn’t stop sucking though, he continued making every second that much more intense. When you finally came back to Earth, you took a deep gulp of air and loosened the grip your thighs had him in.

“Mmm. That’ll be the only free orgasm you have tonight. You want more, you better earn them.”

Your belly fluttered at the thought. Before you could speak, Lewis went to town licking, and swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit. Every time you thought you’d die from overstimulation; he backed off and paid his attention to another part of your pussy. Going between flicking butterfly lite licks against your clit, sucking your flesh and dipping his tongue into your heat you were seeing stars and well on your way to another release.

“You taste like every decadent dessert I’ve ever had.”

As if to prove his point he slurped your flesh sending vibrations across your sex and muddling your brain in the same breath.

“Mm, delicious!”

“Are you?”

Lewis cocked his head to the side, gave you the eye and smirked. “Are you up to sampling?”

Unable to stop yourself, you licked your lips and nodded. He brought himself to a standing position at the end of the bed and stroked himself slowly. He was even harder than before. Slowly, you slinked toward him never taking your eyes off the prize. Truth be told you were slightly intimidated by the size of him. Not only was he lengthy, he was also girthy in a way that said you’d feel the ache of him for days to come. Anticipation rattled through your core, and you knew there was no way you’d be able to go slow and tease him.

Lewis stood there proud with his hands at his side while his brilliant cock bobbed waiting for you. You tipped your tongue out and swirled it around the bulbous tip moaning when his taste seeped into your taste buds.

“Mmm, cocoa, vanilla and—coconut. Mmmm.”

You closed your mouth around him and lowered yourself until you felt him fill your throat. From the looks of things, you still had two or three more inches to go. Fuck, you were definitely going to feel him for days to come. You moaned around him and slowly shook your head nestling him tightly.

“Fuuuuck!”

His hands rested at the top of your head, but he didn’t do anything else. You remined still wanting to see how long it would take him. After only ten or so seconds his fingers flexed on your skull.

“Come on princess. It won’t suck itself.”

Pulling back, you slurped your way off his cock until you kissed the tip.

“Mmm.”

Locking eyes with him you lowered your mouth again but this time you took the remaining inches and gulped forcing your throat to relax. Lewis grunted then thrust forward sending the tip of your nose to his pubic bone.

“Oh god!”

That one motion set him off. He slowly withdrew from your mouth then thrust back in. Each time he did it he picked up his pace. Within moments he was steadily fucking your mouth and grunting the entire time.

“This fucking mouth.”

You moaned as he used your mouth and gave him everything in return. He withdrew you clamped your lips around his cock making retreat near impossible. Every time you did it his grip tightened, and his hips staggered. When he pushed forward you opened your throat and moved your tongue like a wave, so he felt the sensations along each inch. Your name fell from his lips over and over and within a few short minutes, your chin was covered with spit and pre-cum. There was no point in trying to be cute. That’s not what tonight was for.

You pulled him from your mouth with a pop then beat your tongue with his length.

“Mmm. You like this cock, don’t you?”

You nodded before you sucked him back in and used your hands to pump his flesh as your mouth worked magic. You didn’t know what to imagine when thinking if he were a quiet fuck or a loud one, but you were happy to know he was the furthest thing from quiet. You were so turned on you couldn’t help but touch yourself. What you found should have been alarming. You were beyond wet; the slickness was now dripping down your inner thigh showcasing just how open he had you.

Lewis grabbed your hand then held it up in front of him. “That greedy little pussy is screaming for attention huh. It’s begging to be fucked, right?”

“Yes.”

“You want this cock, Y/N? Does my dirty, nasty princess want this cock?”

Lewis gripped the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek.

“Fuck yes!”

“Go lie down at the headboard.”

Your body thrummed with anxious energy hearing how comfortable he was ordering you around. You’d always sensed dom energy coming from him and it always had your mind running wild. Here and now, you were seeing those dom reflexes shine through. Once you were laid against the headboard, you watched as Lewis walked around your bed to the table beside it. He opened the bottom drawer and your breath caught. How’d he know which drawer to look?

“Wow. What a collection,” he said as his eyes roamed over the toys you had there.

There was a toy for every mood you found yourself in. Stimulation, penetration, teasing, or a challenge.

“What mood are you in tonight, princess?”

“The I want you and not a toy mood.”

His smirk was cute.

“I recall someone said any and everything I wanted to do to you, no matter what.”

You smiled.

“And right now, you want to inspect my toys.”

“Right now, I want to choose the right one to watch as it drives you mad with you being unable to cum.”

Your smile fell. He wouldn’t, you thought. Lewis picked the small and sleek pink vibrator and tested its settings. You knew just how powerful it was. You’d choose it on nights you didn’t have the patience to tease or prolong your pleasure, it was for when you needed to blast off fast. The look on Lewis’ face as he looked between you, and it said you’d given something away on your face.

“Looks like we have a winner.”

He closed the drawer and walked back around then climbed into the bed. As he stalked toward you, you truly felt like prey and again your belly fluttered with anticipation. The device buzzed to life on the lowest setting just as he circled it around your breast, slowly closing in to small circled until he was going around your nipple. It felt like a vibrating feather against your flesh, soft and tingly.

As he moved to your other breast, he increased the setting. Your back arched slightly when he pressed the tip directly onto your nipple and his eyes were there drinking in your every reaction.

“Mmm, I love your body, Y/N. You’re perfect.”

He brought the toy down the center of your body in such a slow and teasing manner that your back arched off the bed and your fists balled the sheets. Biting your bottom lip, you watched as he brought it lower and lower until he rested it right atop your pubis, but he didn’t move after that. A frustrated huff came from your mouth and his smile said it was the desired reaction.

“Something wrong princess?”

“Yes, you’re a tease,” you whined.

Lewis’s soft chuckle filled the room. “I thought that would be a good thing.”

“Good thing my ass.”

“Don’t you worry about that sinful ass; it’ll get what’s coming to it.”

Because of the flare of arousal that filled your gut you lost control of your body for a moment and that moment sent your hips jutting up brushing your pussy against his chin.

“Oh you can’t wait for it huh. God, you’re a dream.”

Lewis slid his tongue along your seam from opening to clip then kissed it.

“Lewis,” you whined.

All right princess.”

With that, he brought the toy to trace the outline of your lips a few times until you were a gasping mess. Every time you thought he’d just be easy and give you what you wanted, he passed the desired location and continued his teasing. You were so on edge you knew that once you got what you wanted that you’d cum. Maybe that’s what he wanted. After a few more laps around your pussy, Lewis finally placed the vibrator against your clit and the unexpectedness of it all nearly sent you into the ceiling.

“Ahh!”

In seconds, you felt your orgasm creeping up but just when you were about to claim it, Lewis pulled the toy away.

“Lewis!”

“I told you; you want more, you better earn ‘em.”

Your groaned then reached down to finish the job yourself only to be met with a smack to the back of your hand.

“Don’t touch what’s mine.”

“Then own it.”

His smirk was mischievous. “I always knew you were a snarky brat, knew you loved to talk back and challenge. It was cute before, now it’s amusing because you have no idea what’s in store for you the more you do it. I’m the type of man who will be the last to lose control. I guarantee I can hold out longer than you can, princess.”

His voice was like pure unadulterated sex, sex in its most primal form. You wanted him badly but now you wanted to bring him to his knees even more. Angling onto your elbows, you brought your face close to his. Fighting to not get lost in his cognac eyes or the softness you knew of his lips, or his hypnotizing scent you remained focused.

“Mmmm,” you seductively cajoled while rolling your eyes to the back of your head and biting your bottom lip.

When your eyes landed back on his, you saw him glance down between your bodies. The moment he realized your hand had crept there and was showcasing every inch of your pretty pussy, his Adam’s apple bobbed just before his jaw clenched. He looked like a mesmerized man under a spell that he was unable to break.

“Is she pretty?”

“Bloody beautiful,” he croaked.

“Don’t you want to feel her wrapped around you?”

Again, his jaw clenched and again his throat moved.

“You know I do.”

You circled your finger around your opening then barely dipped the tip in. When you pulled back you brought that finger to his lips and painted them with your wetness. If he hadn’t looked like a predator before, right now he looked more frightful than an African lion in the plains.

“Then stop teasing me and fuck me until I’m hoarse from screaming your name. Fuck me till I can’t wait or sit right for a week. Fuck me like it’s yours.” locking eyes with him you finished, “Fuck me like you hate me!”

Lewis slowly licked his lips cleaning them of your juices and moaned. As he crept closer and closer you could only focus on his face and nothing else. His hands slowly snaked up your legs over your hips, across your torso and over your breasts before fanning out to go down your arms. Before you knew what he was doing he’d brought your arms above your head, pushed you back onto the bed, captured your wrists in one of his hands and pressed the vibrator on full speed right against your clit.

Your body felt as if thirty thousand joules of electricity has been sent into you. You didn’t even realize you were screaming until you felt the burn in your throat. Though you tried to move, you were unable to thanks to Lewis’ thighs keeping yours spread wide. He had you completely at his mercy. Incoherent words and sounds fell from your lips as you torpedoed to your release.

“Look at me.”

As if he were the master and you the genie your eyes locked on his. “I own your orgasm. Without my permission you better not cum.”

An unintelligible croak left you and you writhed trying to free yourself but also prevent yourself from cumming. It was an impossible task, one that you knew you were going to fail. From the looks on Lewis’ face, he also knew you were going to fail. Holding on as long as you could you tried to keep your release at bay. When your body began shaking from the sheer might it took, Lewis smirked as he took the vibrator away.

“Fuck!”

You were feral at this point, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were in a strange state that you hadn’t prepared yourself for. Lewis flipped you onto your stomach and when you felt the bed dip from his weight you crawled away to the headboard while peeping back at him. As if on a leash he followed until he was hovering over your back with his cock resting atop your ass. His lips took yours for a moment then dipped to your shoulder blade before licking a path along your spine. Feeling mischievous, you bounced your ass up and down giving him a mini show of your twerking skills. Lewis hissed and dropped heavy handed slaps across your backside giving his nonverbal seal of approval for every move you made.

As you held onto the headboard you peeped back at him and the look on his face only made you wetter. If you didn’t feel him soon you were going to lose your mind. Lewis must have had the same thought because his eyes met yours and you easily read the question in them.

Could he? Was it okay?

You nodded and seconds later he’d slid the tip of his need into you. Your gasp was sharp and breathy and with every slow inch he fed you it became more of a high-pitched squawk. The tight grip he had on your hips was so near the point of pain it felt good. The slowness of how he filled you was both a blessing and curse. More than anything you wanted him to split you in two, but you also knew that you’d die if he did. It was a battle between present pleasure and future pain.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Lewis pushed out.

His voice was tight and constrained. You could hear the battling he was fighting with his own desire for the ultimate pleasure and not wanting to hurt you.

“More,” you whined.

It was the only word he needed. Lewis then snapped his hips forward sending every single inch of him inside of you. Again, you screamed and clenched around him as you marveled that you’d managed to take it all. Neither of you moved for a few long moments. Both of you were adjusting to this new facet of your relationship, this new realization that you both could have felt this incredible pleasure of your bodies fitting together perfectly a lot sooner. When that sentiment settled for him, you felt him pull out then grab the back of your neck. This was how you died, you thought to yourself.

~~~~~~~

-Lewis-

Snapping his hips forward, using you as leveraged he pummeled into you forcefully. Your entire body shook while your head flung back to go forward. The glorious sound of your scream-whine filled his ears making his eyes flutter closed. Fuck you sounded so good. He’d never been affected by his partner’s sounds of pleasure quite like this before. Yeah it felt good to know he was putting it down and delivering the best dick down they’d had but with you—right now. Knowing that the pleasure you felt came from him did something to him. Knowing that you’d become this unbound sent him closer to the edge than he’d ever been.

He'd almost cum at least a dozen times already and it was by the sheer grace of God that he’d managed to suppress it. It was like all his primal instincts took over with you. The need to dominate you until you submit to him and his desires. the need to pleasure you beyond measure. The need to abandon any and all ways that did not serve for pleasure, enjoyment and pure sin. As he thrust into you again, your colliding bodies clapped together filling the room with the sound he squeezed your hips trying to keep himself in check though the vice grip you had him in tempted him to just be reckless. Goddamn you were tight!

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The more you mewled for him, the more he wanted from you. Releasing your neck, he gripped the headboard where your hands were currently holding it and picked up his speed. He couldn’t believe how easily you’d adjusted to his size and was now drunk off of the way your body begged him to never stop what he was doing. On every retreat you gripped him not allowing him to withdraw more than a few inches. Then on every plunge you squeezed even tighter making him work to touch the very depths of your canal.

“Oh god, right there Lewis. Yes!”

“Does it feel good?”

“So fucking good?”

“Does this pussy want more, princess?”

“Ye—yess!”

With that consent he jackhammered into you getting lost in his own pleasure. You felt unbelievable, unreal even.

“Y/N!”

“Lewis! I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled from your body with a growl then gripped the base of his cock. You were going to be the death of him. Never had he come quick, and you were trying to have it another way.

“Flip over, let me see that creamy pussy.”

You flipped over and spread your thighs showing him what a mess you were.

“Aw, princess, you’re a mess.”

He traced your trove with his cock smearing your shared wetness everywhere creating his own work of art atop the work of art that was you. Once he was coated again, he slapped your clit with his cock making your body jerk.

“Mm.”

“Does princess want this cock?”

You nodded.

“Tell me.”

“Yes. I want it.”

“How bad?”

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

He smiled then circled your opening. You gasped and from the look of you, he could tell you were holding your breath. Rather than going for it, he only slid his tip in losing himself in the way you stretched to accommodate him. Just when he felt you clench, he withdrew. Your frustrated groan echoed around you. You thought he was teasing you but really, he was just torturing himself at this point. He’d already become addicted to the feel of being inside of you, already become addicted to your moans, addicted to your smell, taste, and how your body obeyed every nonverbal command he had. He was practically a slave to you and how you crippled him so quickly. He repeated the action a few times and just when you began whining, he locked ayes with you.

“Oh princess. You’ll never be the same once I’m done with you.”

He impaled you instantly then ground his hips so you could feel every single way you’d made it impossible to have just one night with you. Your moans were loud, and he was convinced those who lived around you knew what was happening and was probably pressed against their windows trying to peep in. He didn’t care. He should have, but he didn’t. Matter of fact, he wanted them to hear you, he wanted them to know that you were being fucked so good that they were jealous cause they’d never even come close to an experience like this.

Your breasts swung in front of him and there was no way he could resists from taking them into his mouth. As he licked, teased, and sucked, you hugged his head to your body digging your fingers into his hair.

“So good, Y/N. So—fucking—good!”

Peeling your hands from his head, he placed them on the headboard and covered them with his. You looked like an offering just for him, an offering he could do with as he pleased, and that thought was sending him. Again, he picked up the forced of how he thrust into you, and it send the headboard clattering against the wall creating your carnal playlist. Your moans and whimpers turned to screeches and loud grunts. He could tell you weren’t holding back anymore and when you put one of your ankles over his shoulder, he nearly lost his shit.

“Fuck yeah!”

Releasing your hands, he hoisted you a few inches into the air adding your other ankle to join the first then ravaged you without thought.

“You take this cock so well princess. It was made to fill your sweet, tight pussy up.”

Your moans blended, shouts competed, bodies rocked and dripped with sweat as both of you took the other to new heights, unfathomable heights.

“I have to cum, can I cum?!”

Reaching down he played with your clit then slipped his thumb just beneath you to the tight puckered flesh there. Your eyes widened but you didn’t stop him or pull away.

“Oh such a nasty girl.”

He’d found his match tonight and it filled him with much more than excitement. As he massaged you, your eyes fluttered closed and the way you clenched him became unbearable.

“Cum for me princess. Cum all over this cock.”

~~~~~

-Y/N-

The stars you saw were not of this galaxy. Hell, they were not of this universe. In this moment you saw the multiverse. You had to have because everything was so much more poignant, so much more astonishing. Your body convulsed, core clenched, toes curled, hands balled and back arched. No one else existed, it was just you and him and both of you were fucking your way through a whole ‘nother galaxy in a whole ‘nother universe seeing things none had seen before. It was such an otherworldly experience, one that you’d seek in every encounter after him for the rest of your life.

Gradually, you came down and you should have felt pure nirvana but instead your body was to the point of combusting. You felt as if you’d never cum at all. You wanted more, so much more. When you were fully back inside your own body, the blaze you felt only made you buck against Lewis who was still thrusting away, fucking your through your release. The feel of being filled in more than one place shocked you. Your words came back to you then.

Any and everything.

You smiled then beckoned him closer. When he was right in front of you, you kissed him, swirling your tongue with his and teasing his lips. As he moaned against you, his thrusts slowed until he was barely rocking into you. Using his distraction, you used all your remaining strength and flipped him to his back in a seamless move. Lewis groaned as he looked up into your face.

“Someone want control?”

“No, someone wants to drive you mad.”

“Oh, don’t worry princess, I’m already there.”

In a tender move, he cupped your jaw then softly slid his thumb across your bottom lip. It would have stolen your breath if you weren’t already teetering on the edge of breathlessness. You rocked your hips his back and forth in a slow wave that had Lewis biting his bottom lip. Lazily you continued not wanting to give him too much and as you continued you watched his every reaction. The way his eyes struggled to focus on one thing. He went from your eyes to your lips then your breasts, your hips and where you were joined most intimately only to do it all again in no pattern at all. It was like he was overstimulated and couldn’t focus, or he was trying to distract himself so he didn’t cum.

At that thought you almost laughed out loud. If he thought you were a terror before, he was going to be very disappointed to find your unruliness hadn’t even reached peak mass. Pressing your palms to his chest you leaned forward and used him as your anchor. Deliberately, you lifted yourself off of him allowing him to slip from your body inch by inch as you kept your eyes on his. With every inch Lewis’ mouth opened wider and wider. When you knew you had him right where you wanted him, you crashed right back down on him.

“Fuck!”

You did it again and again faster and faster until you were bouncing on top of him flicking your ass up and down. Lewis whimpered, moaned and panted out your name over and over as he gripped and slapped your ass. Feeding off his energy you tipped onto your feet and gave him the show of his life. His eyes were now glued to your core watching the way you fit so perfectly together and the longer he watched the more the fire within you blazed.

“Gahdamn Y/N. Uuugh, this pussy.”

He lifted his hips thrusting his cock into you as you dropped down on him.

“Aaah!”

Your entire body tensed as you clenched around him as you claimed yet another release.

“Mmm, you look so beautiful when I make you cum.”

He grunted and got a proper grip of your hips as he pistoned into you. It was your turn to hold on like you were riding a bucking bronco. One look at him told you he was gone and chasing something you’d claimed many times already. After a few minutes you overpowered him and stood over him. Lewis stared at you like you were a goddess, and he was ready to worship you any way you wished. It was an intoxicating thing. Turning your back to him you lowered yourself onto him yet again.

“Aaaah, yessss. Such a greedy pussy. She takes all of me and begs for more.”

“Then give it to her,” you sassed as you slowly flicked your backside up and down riding him. You could only imagine the view he was getting.

“Bloody hell, Y/N!”

You leaned forward then held onto his ankles and completely let go. You followed every innate instinct you had, every whim your body needed. It didn’t take long at all for you to feel the beginning of yet another orgasm. You rotated your ass in a circle as you twerked on him like you were following a beat. It was over then. Lewis let out a growl then you felt him moving underneath you until he was behind you. In seconds, you felt something tie around your writs securing them behind your back. You glanced at him over your shoulder, but you were met with the eyes of a predator.

“Shit,” you panted out.

Lewis ground his hips into you until you were at the brink of tears from the mix of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“You wanted this right dirty girl?”

Words escaped you, hell they were above you right now. Lewis gripped the back of your neck bringing your back to his chest and his lips at your ear. A deep groan escaped you when you felt him bit it.

“You wanted me to lose control, right? Wanted to drive me mad, wanted to make me use you like a beautiful hole? What was it that you said—,”

Lewis tilted your head backward so your eyes met his. The whole time he continued to burrow deeper and deeper into you making it impossible to breathe. You were so full.

“Fuck,” you whined.

“Close. I think it was, fuck me like you hate me was it?”

You should have felt fear. You should have recanted and begged for mercy, should have tried to talk him down but you didn’t feel fear, nor did you do any of those things. Instead, you smiled then tipped your tongue to trace over his lips. Lewis sucked it into his mouth and gave you the most titillating kiss you’d ever had. Just when you were getting into the kiss, Lewis pulled back then snapped his hips forward making you break the kiss to gasp out.

“Face down, ass up!”

Obeying, you dropped down flattening your back and gave him a perfect arch.

“Fucking hell, you’re killing me Y/N.”

You rocked your ass from side to side while you winked at him. Your sassy act came to an abrupt end when Lewis slammed into you again with such force that your entire body went forward. If he wasn’t holding your hips, you probably would have toppled over. Burying your face in the silk sheets you screeched as he did it again and again and again. He didn’t wait for you to catch your breath, or wait for you to adjust, he continued giving you every single thing he had, and you took it all as you fell apart.

“L—Le—Lewi—sss!”

“Say it again!”

“Lewis! Yes, fuck!”

“Whose is it?”

“Yours, all yours!”

Just when you thought he would slow down he continued like a prized stallion with superior stamina. Your mind was completely blown and shattered. When your knees gave out, Lewis grabbed the material that was tied around your wrist and pulled you up so your back pressed into his chest again and drove into you as if he’d just started. He looked like an angel, talked like a seductor but by God did he fuck like an animal, and you didn’t think you’d ever get enough.

“Mmm, give it to me baby!”

Another growl echoed behind you just as Lewis slapped your backside and delivered a bruising thrust that had you seeing spots.

“Mmm, yes! Yes. Give it to me motherfucker!”

While holding you up with one hand he brought his other hand around to your clit and pinched just when he daggered you again.

“Aaaah!”

In an effort to silence you, Lewis covered your lips with his and drew in your screams of pleasure as he fucked you through another orgasm. Once it had run its course, Lewis brought his hand around to tease your rear and you moaned again. Slowly he sank one digit inside of you then another using your wetness to aid his fingers. The feel was foreign but not unwelcomed. You were so far gone the man could have brought in a friend to watch and you wouldn’t have cared.

“Mine,” Lewis muttered.

“Yours. Show me--you own it.”

Just then he added a third finger and you whined from the stretch and feel of him filling you from both entrances.

“Jesus., Y/N. How are you so perfect for me? How didn’t we know it’d be like this? How didn’t we do this sooner?”

His lips pressed to your back as he slowly rocked into you making you shiver. He was right. You didn’t know how neither of you had ever guessed it would be like this between you. The sensations you were currently feeling made it so hard to think logically. Right now, you were tempted to open your mouth and say you wanted more than one night but you knew it was the pleasure that would be talking. The slowness he rocked into you coupled with the softness of his lips against your skin and his words put you in such a calm and comforting mood, but the way his fingers worked into you lit a whole new fire in you. It was one that you knew would become a blazing inferno that would scorch the two of you branding one another as the others.

“Fuck, Lewis,” you mewled.

“Yes princess.”

“More.”

“You’re ready for me?”

You nodded then whined again when he pulled from your body.

“So needy for me huh princess. Hungry for daddy’s cock?”

“So hungry. Fuck me daddy.”

You felt him slowly push forward sending the tip of his intrusion inside of you and it was then you fully grasped how big he really was.

“Fuck!”

Cool liquid dripped down you and you knew without looking that he’d taken advantage of the lube that was in your drawer. It definitely helped and when Lewis pushed further into you your back dipped.

“Uuuuugh, you’re so tight.”

“Stretch me out baby.”

“You really don’t wanna be able to sit or walk right for a week huh.”

“Yolo.”

Lewis snorted before he full on laughed. “No one says that anymore.”

Another few inches followed and so did more lube and by the time he’d delved halfway in you were a panting mess. With steady moves, Lewis rocked into you taking his time savoring the sensations coursing through him.

“Feels—feel—so—good,” he stuttered.

Feeling brave you backed onto him taking most of him in. Glancing at him, you saw his eyes bugged and mouth dropped open.

“Fuck me.”

A lazy smile spread across his face before it settled into something mischievous. he kept his eyes on you as he withdrew and submerged himself again. The move sent your eyes to the back of your head as you bit your finger to keep quiet. You were so focused on trying to keep it down that when you felt the vibrator rest right where he was currently nestled you melted into the bed.

“Oh god, Lewis I’m gonna cum.”

“Wait for me princess.”

He increased the speed on the vibrator and the feel of him plowing into you coupled with the vibrations there was no way you were going to last much longer. Lewis then brought his hand between your legs to flick your clit with his thumb.

“Aaah, yes!”

Your body moved without a thought backing into him, giving him as much as he was giving you. Your moans melded together as you both chased your release.

“Lewis!”

“Y/N!”

You pressed your hand atop the one he had between your legs and used his hand to rub against yourself while you circled your backside heightening both of your pleasure.

“Holy—you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum for me daddy. Fill this ass up!”

His grip tightened on you and his thrusts sped up and before long you both were screaming each other’s names as you both came together. You took every spurt he gifted you as a waterfall dripped down the inside of your thighs. Your bodies chose that moment to cave, and you fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs. The last thing you clearly registered was his lips pressing against your neck, your ear then your temple. Then it all went black.

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-The Next Day-

When your eyes fluttered open the sun was beaming into your room lighting half of it up. Thankfully you remained in the dark. You realized within seconds that you weren’t alone, and it all came back to you. Lewis’ limbs were still tangled with yours and you were cocooned in his arms as he spooned you from behind. You sighed relishing the feeling of being enclosed in his arms. You felt safe, and calm like there was no need for anything else. You allowed yourself to savor the calm, savor the way this felt.

When you made a move to get up, you dropped right back down as every single muscle, bone and crevice of your body screamed in protest. You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out and that caused even more alarm. Taking the time to calm yourself, you tried to get a grip. It took longer than feasibly possible but you untangled yourself from Lewis, rolled off the bed then steadied yourself on your legs. You were sure you looked like a newborn fawn as it tried to stand for the first time.

Your eyes fell to Lewis who looked so peaceful lying there among your lavender and pearl colored silk sheets. He looked angelic, not like a man who’d fucked you in every position, a man who’d been inside of every crevice of your body, a man who should make fucking his career rather than F1. A man who quite literally fucked you to sleep. That man from last night was a devilish seductor. This man in the morning was a sweet angel.

When your eyes took in the skin that was on display it took your breath away. If his face was angelic his body was pure destruction. The tight muscles that he’d no doubt worked hard for made him look sexier than any statue you’d ever seen. Statues should be made of him. The urge to dip your hand underneath the sheet that was draped across his crotch was so strong that you had to dig your nails into your palm to stop yourself. Wobbling to your door, you walked out leaving him to his sleep.

The trip downstairs was a slow one that you took one step at a time. Every move you made you felt everything you did the night before. You could still feel his hands sinking into your skin, his lips against your skin and his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Jesus, Y/N.”

You grabbed your robe off the floor and wrapped it around yourself as you beelined it to the kitchen. You needed sugar and caffeine. As you started the process of brewing the strongest cup of black tea, you’d ever had you dug out the cinnamon rolls from the freezer and popped them into the oven. Guessing you had maybe 5 or so minutes before the tea was ready you decided to fry up some vegan sausages. The salt would be a good balance for the sugar, both of which you needed to fully return to reality.

Once the cinnamon rolls and sausages were done you plated them and hopped onto the counter with your large cup of tea. You took your time taking small sips allowing the caffeine to seep into your veins and bit by bit revitalize your senses and brain cells. As you fully awakened every memory came back to you. Every single sensation, every thought overwhelmed you. You almost laughed out loud when you recalled your overconfident proposal.

“One night.”

Shaking your head, you took a large gulp of tea ignoring the burn of your taste buds. As expected, it was an unforgettable night that had scratched every single itch you had. It was a night that left you so sated that you felt like you could run the 4 miles he always tried to drag you on. As you ate one of the cinnamon rolls, you scrolled through your messages. Finding 6 unread messages in the group chat you scrolled through.

MSG Miles: Y.N, have you heard from Lew? No one can find him.

MSG Daniel: Lew’s not answering messages or calls. Anyone with him?

MSG Andrew: He took Y/N home last night. Nothing since. Y/N?

MSG Selah: You know Y/N don’t wake up before noon. Call Angela, his dad, his mom?

MSG Miles: None of them have seen him. His mom’s getting worried now.

MSG Bea: I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably asleep recovering from last night.

MSG Andrew: He’s not at home. Bed made and everything.

MSG Selah: Maybe he went to someone in the rotation.

You went through a range of thoughts and emotions reading through the messages. The first was panic especially when Andrew threw out that he’d taken you home last night. That was all it took for anyone to put two and two together. Then the mention of things escalating to now his family worrying about him being MIA brought that panic higher. When you got to Selah’s message about his rotation you wanted to vomit.

“Shut up, Y/N, that would be the logical thought.”

It all fell to the side as you realized you were being paranoid. There would be no reason for any of them to ever suspect he was still with you or that last night you’d both gotten to know each other’s bodies better than ever.

“Hey, good morning.”

You screamed and flung your phone from fright. Thankfully Lewis caught it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god. You scared me half to death!”

“I’m sorry,” he said again holding his hands out to show he wasn’t a threat.

After a few centering breaths, you took him in standing in your kitchen in just his boxer-briefs. Fuck he looked good.

“Eh-em, no worries I’m just not used to having anyone here--like this.”

He nodded.

“I get it.”

Usually, any guests didn’t make it to the overnight stage. You’d have them out the door once you’d both caught your breath. Sleepovers were not a thing for you. It was a rule. Get it in, get them out, or get it in and you get the hell out. You didn’t like complications, or situations where one could misconstrue intentions. That all led to drama and problems, you hated both. You had enough of your own to add on someone’s hurt feelings.

“Uh—tea, breakfast?”

Lewis looked over the food on the kitchen island and nodded as he hopped onto it across from you. You couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming over his body and you couldn’t stop where those eyes landed once he’d settled—right between his legs.

“Looks good.”

You gasped which sent a small piece of the cinnamon roll you were eating down your through and that sent you into a coughing fit. Lewis hopped down to come around and pat your back. After a few moments, you took a large gulp of your tea dislodging the bread.

“Are you good?”

“Fine. Oh my god. What did you say?”

“Looks good. The food.”

You snorted then sighed. “Yep. I hope you savor these sausages I think this is the last vegan item in this house.”

“I also see we’re back to obscene levels of sugar and processed food.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Hold the judgements. I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to shop and excuse me my body needed the sugar.

“Why?”

“Because I was all fucked out,” you blurted out before you could even think about it.

Lewis studied you for a few seconds then scoffed as he hopped back onto the island. “You should be having electrolytes not sugar,” he mumbled.

“Ehm, anyway, you should let the crew know you’re fine then call your parents and Angela.”

“Why?”

You handed him your phone so he could read the messages through.

“Wow.”

You watched him get ready to type and you lurched for your phone, but he pulled back.

“What’re you doing?”

“Telling them I’m good,” he explained.

Your eyes bugged. “Not from my phone you’re not.”

“Why?”

You looked at him like he was insane. “Lewis you can’t reply as you from my phone. They’re going to know you’re here.”

“Okay.”

“No, they know I don’t allow people to stay over, that’s like announcing everything.”

He paused and it looked like he’d finally gotten it.

“So, I’m the first guy why’s stayed the night?”

“Lewis you know that.”

A slow smile spread across his face until he was full on grinning. He held out your phone to you then both of you ate in relative silence. Every few seconds your eyes met and lingered both wanting to say something but nothing coming out. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the super charged energy between you. It was mind altering. When you drained your cup Lewis tossed the rest of his sausage back onto the plate then wiped his hands. After, he hopped off the island and came closer to you. The way he looked at you gave you an idea what he wanted and though you shouldn’t have, you wanted the same thing.

When he stopped in front of you, he grabbed your ankles and yanked you to the edge of the surface making the memory of the same move from last night come rushing back. Just like that you were ready for him and the aches in your body no longer mattered. You watched Lewis’s hand creep to your body and the ties of your robe that hung between you. He loosened the tie in such a painfully slow move. You knew he was doing it on purpose. He was giving you the time to say no, but he was also using it to prove to you that there was no way you’d say no. Angelic face, body for destruction--he was an angel of destruction.

Your robe now hung open teasing him with the swells of your breasts. Lewis then used his fingers to part the material giving him the view of your body in early afternoon’s light. A soft sigh fell from his lips as he took in every bit of skin that was on display for him. He inched closer to your face prolonging your anticipation, increasing your desire for him. You had it right when you tagged him as a seductor. You inched in only for him to pull back. when he inched to you, you pulled back and the temperature in the kitchen skyrocketed.

Both of you rushed the other crashing your lips together. You moaned on him as his hands slipped into your robe and pressed across the small of your back. You wrapped your legs around his back and moaned when you felt his arousal. Addiction was a real thing, and it was at this moment you realized he’d ruined you. He’d intentionally ruined you and he knew it. When his eyes met yours, it was clear he knew it before he’d even laid a finger on you.

“One night,” he began as he peppered kisses along your neck. “And one afternoon,” he finished waiting for your reply.

You were already ruined. Why the hell not.

Colliding your lips with his, you took control of this kiss giving him all the consent and then some he come ever need. Lewis moaned and nibbled your bottom lip before he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the center of your body stopping to taste your nipples. By the time he sank down to his knees before you, he’d perched your feet onto the edge of the counter, so you were spread for him.

“Worship her.”

He smiled then buried his face between your legs. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you laid back across the slate countertop ready to receive and enjoy his devotion.

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A/N: Wheeeew!

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